"Isn't that a little too far away?" James's so called stepmother asked the driver, who didn't say a word, only staring at her through the rearview mirror.
"I mean, we left the city, but okay…" She looked outside and realized they were entering an industrial park on the outskirts of the city.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but she was too dumb to realize that the moment she appeared before James, she had already fucked up her whole life.
The money had clearly blinded her. Her entire demeanor was that of someone pretending to be rich.
A white fur coat, golden sunglasses, and cheap but expensive looking watches and bracelets that probably cost no more than ten bucks at the market.
Basically, a gold digger who failed at her craft….until she got together with Robert.
When they got the news of Rafael's death, they realized something far more important than his own son's death.
Money.
