So just like what it should be. After two hours I guess of our trip, we finally reached the most luxurious, grand and protected village of our country where mostly of the most wealthiest family live. I gulped while i'm just busy looking outside. The whole place looks like one of those fancy high class sets that I only saw on movies about rich people. The whole surrounding was breathtaking and all of the houses--no, all of the mansions that we crossed paths were enormous and every each on if them was surrounded by men in black.
I took a deep breath to help myself calm. Dad was sitting on the front seat with the limousine's driver while i'm at the back together with these men in black. In fact, they're surrounding me. Damn! I feel like i'm slowly being suffocated by the thought that later,
