The news of Mark Clyde's death spread far and abroad the country like wildfire. While everyone was mourning, Sara was scheming.
It was dark and drizzling as she stood beside her car, watching the fair skinned man in black suit walking towards her.
“Daren,” she called, her face beaming with a smile.
“Sara, we should get shelter,” Daren pointed at the rain.
She nodded and they both stepped into the car.
“What brought you here at such an hour? You should be home mourning your husband,” He said, looking at her small pretty face.
“ Daren, Mark entrusted his Will to you,” she said.
“Yes,” he acquiesced with a nod.
“I.. I wanna have a copy of the will,” she stated firmly.
“No, he asked that no member of the family sees it until the day it is revealed,” he replied.
“ Daren, I'm having my
