Chapter 23 Lyndon Bloom

WESTLEY

CLOSING MY eyes, I took a deep breath the moment I climbed out of the cab.

In front of me was the perimeter stone walls covered with creeping ivy. The expansive double iron-wrought gate swung open like someone was already expecting my arrival.

Jackson, the security guard from the station tipped his head as a courtesy.

The two-story French summer house from the distance came to view with its outdoor living spaces for the guests. This was where everything...