Seventy-Six

Zyrielle's POV.

Arriving at the house that I've once called my own sent me down memory lane but I had to call myself out of it. I wasn't here to think about the things that had been instead, I was here to focus on things that should be.

There was a clear difference between both of them and right now I wanted to exploit that. My mind was running with different ideas but I kept on calming my nerves. It wasn't going to be easy but with extreme patience, I could pull it off.

The security man ran towards me with a smile on his face, probably in excitement but I also saw a bit of wariness in those depths. He was probably wondering why I was here and his boss was not around. It wasn't my place to explain a lot to him but I could just beat around the bush and hope that he did not stress me out.

"Hello Maxwell, fancy seeing you here after a while. I thought you might have gone." I said sincerely, it wasn't rocket science that Lucas might have wanted to get rid of any one who was related to