138 The Last Meal Of Her Life

Danny ignored the concerned look the security guards passed him. They might have noticed the grimace on his face. He couldn't help how it distorted in pain every time he took a step forward. Danny inserted the key into the hole, twisting it to open the lock and wondered why his best friend didn't opt for the fingerprint or password-based digital door lock system. He's crazy rich, after all. 

The mansion had everything designed in the old-fashioned style, including the handle door lock. On second thought, Danny actually felt grateful that it didn't have the digital lock system. If it required entering a password, Danny was sure he would've messed it up because right now he couldn't think or remember anything except running into the safety of his room before anyone sees him.