It was rare to see anyone entering or leaving this mansion, yet someone consistently paid the taxes and bills a year in advance.
Slowly, a beautiful red M10 sports car pulled into the mansion's second driveway.
The mechanical sound of the hydraulic door lifting echoed like a dinosaur's roar. The thick titanium sheet, at least ten centimetres thick, protecting the garage, slowly lifted to reveal a massive opening filled with dozens of high-quality cars.
"Phew... this foolish boy fell asleep in my car. Is he reckless, or just too trusting?" Mikaela's lips curled up into a slightly wicked formation.
There was a sudden bleep from a small screen on the black wall.
Doot—!