"Yes, yes." The aid said as he turned his gaze from the women to Calder. A cold chill ran down his body the moment he saw something flash across the aid's eyes. "Very well." Syria said as she turned around and looked at the aid with an arrogant gaze. "We shouldn't keep the Madam waiting." She continued before grabbing Calder's chains and dragging him behind her as she moved forward.
"What luck." Britille said with a pout as she hugged the box against her body. "Britille?" Syria called out with a heavy sigh. "I know." Britille groaned before she started to follow behind them. The moment they went in, all thoughts about some tacky white house flew out the window.