“I want to talk to you?” I lazily made my way to Kai, who was the last one to enter the mansion. His eyes were as wide open as the others, the mansion was filled with high-end décor and furniture. The entrance had a picture frame of Mr. and Mrs. Waylan with their daughter, who was probably a year older than us.
I have seen her around in her luxury vehicles with her rich group of friends but I can’t really remember the faces of all of them. They were usually high-handed whenever around middle-class people like us.
“She is so gorgeous,” Caz picked up a photo frame from the shelves and complemented the girl.
“Okay,” Kai replied after he had taken a full spin to look around. We marched towards the kitchen which was located to the right side of the entrance. The theme of the mansion was p
