I arrived at the front porch and was stunned by the handful of people standing there. Father, some elders, his guards, the high-ranked female servants and were all dressed very officially, a huge, glaring contrast to my glaring casual outfit.
A deeper shock crept into me at the entourage pulling into the compound. Three BMWs that screamed insane wealth. A jeep. And lastly the limo.
The maids made way for me to walk through and I did, but stopped next to Beck. He's my best friendight-hand man.
“What the hell is going on? Who has this entourage?” I kept my voice in a whisper.
“Dude, where the hell have you been?” He slapped my chest.
“Getting fixed.” I rolled my eyes, still pissed.
He grinned. “I'm jealous.”
“What's going on?” I asked again. It was neither the right place nor ti
