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Secrets

Author: Yusrah
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-19 18:08:47

Patricia Hendrix stepped out of the car effortlessly, with that rich woman vibes of hers.

Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement.

The mansion loomed before her, grand and untouched . It had been forever since she stepped foot in here but today she had to.

She barely spared a glance at the entrance as the heavy automatic gates slid open.

The moment she stepped inside, the guard at the door stiffened, his posture snapping upright before he immediately lowered his head in a deep bow.

"Welcome Madam Hendrix," he greeted,his voice steady but spiked with caution.

Patricia didn’t acknowledge the bow—she never did. Instead, she swept past him as if it was expected, her sharp gaze locked ahead.

"Where is Ivy?" she asked coolly, not breaking her stride.

The guard hesitated only for a second before responding, "She's inside ma'am."

Patricia hummed, a sound of both approval and calculation, before making her way toward the grand staircase. She wasn’t here to waste time. Ivy had played
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