The next day.
Maeve got out of the taxi and stared at the luxurious villas, double-checking the address Amour sent her.
"This is it? Could it be wrong? This looks like a place for rich people... A chauffeur living here?"
Afraid she had the wrong address, she asked the security guard, "Excuse me, is the owner of North District 202 Amour Yor?"
The guard froze at the name "Amour" and then immediately straightened up.
He looked at Maeve with newfound respect. "You must be Ms. Smith?"
Maeve was surprised. "Yes, I am!"
The guard immediately opened the gate. "Mr. Yor lives at 202, but he's renting. He's not the owner. He told us you were coming. Please come in."
Oh, so Amour was quite thoughtful.
"Thank you!" Maeve thanked the guard and entered.
Reaching the iron gate of Villa 202, s
