Just How Rich Are These People?

“Welcome back, ma’am, welcome back, sir.”

Anna stared at the middle-aged woman who bowed at them in front of the penthouse, her eyes scanning the woman from her head down to her slippers.

“Wh…who?”

“Oh, I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Marian, the housekeeper.”

Anna nodded. “Ahh, nice meeting you then.”

“The pleasure is mine. Please come in, I’ll help you with your suitcases,” grabbing their suitcases from them, she spoke.

Anna and Caspian made their way into the penthouse, eyes tired and red from their flight. Like two enemies, they walked to the hallway and parted ways to their rooms without saying a word to each other. Well, it wasn’t Anna’s fault.

Caspian had refused to say a word to her ever since they started the rude. He stood her up and kept his distance like she was some kind of disease and throughout the ride, she was by herself, keeping herself busy.

“Home, sweet home.” Anna slumped on the bed. Has Caspian’s home really become like a real home to her? Well, she