Jennie and Liam found themselves outside the mansion, enjoying the view. It was almost 2am. The stars were bright, showing a promising night ahead. Liam noticed the glances Jennie threw at him but kept a stoic expression as if he didn’t care. He wondered what she was inquisitive about and if she would finally crack into asking him.
“Prince Philip’s statue is unusually large,” he commented.
She scoffed. “Just don’t mention it to him. Those who have never been seen again within these walls.”
“Does he get rid of them?”
She shrugged. “No one really wonders what he does to them. Philip is very egocentric and so his pride must be kept intact.” She then looked at him. “You hurt his pride today.”
“By buying that scrappy thing? I had my eye on it first. He just wanted to interfere.”
“You call
