Zoey p.o.v
The car rode to a stop in front of the biggest hall I've ever seen, the lighting from the building was blinding. It could pass as the daylight.
Paparazzi are all over the place, some gather at the side of the red carpet leading to the entrance of the hall. While some scattered around, taking sneak pictures of people.
I have no idea the kind of people, Marco invited, but based on their influence in the country. I'm sure they people at the top of the food chain.
“To the underground garage.” Marco hissed irritated.
I forgot he doesn't like the paparazzi, he was hardly seen on the newspapers or the TV unlike other famous business. If he's seen on the news, it is most like an old picture of him.
The owners of these news firms won't want to be in the Alfonso's bad book, so
