All guards freeze, muscles tight, ready to run toward Alexander, but suddenly—two maids fly into big living room, skirts swish, hair bounce. They bow very low before Lady Stuttgart, voices shake, urgency in every word.
“Madam, Ms. Amanda is coming, and she… she bring very important person… the heir of Stone Group,” they say together, trembling like small leaves in storm.
Patricia eyes pop big, shine like fire. “Mr. Johnson Stone is here?!” she scream, almost jump, hands wave crazy. Excitement shake her whole body.
Energy in villa shift like wind turn. People stop talk, feet pause mid-step, even air feel heavy, waiting.
Alexander jaw tighten, frown deep, veins pulse under skin. “Now… they come here just to mock me?” he think inside, anger fire but he stand calm outside.
Patricia squeal
