SYDNEY’S POV
Just approximately an hour after Dylan dressed me up, Dylan was informed that the car was ready. He changed into a suit that, infuriatingly, made him look more like Lucas.
I didn't miss the jealousy that flitted in the eyes of the other women when Tavon rudely ordered them to behave themselves and remain in their rooms and left with me. I guess they would have loved to be the package that was about to be delivered. And I couldn't help but wonder if he had ever offered any of those women to his uncle too.
We got in the car and the driver drove us to where I would be meeting Uncle Tavon.
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After several minutes of a stifling ride with Dylan, we reached our destination and I could breathe again.
The driver finally pulled up before another huge mansion but th
