At that moment Violent's mother arrived at the remote mansion—the Bushman's grand estate—stepping out of her car with confidence, her heels clicking sharply against the paved driveway.
But the moment she approached the front entrance, a strange feeling washed over her.
The place was too quiet, too still.
too empty.
There was no usual liveliness, no security guards bustling about, no faint chatter of important visitors inside, no distant sounds of business calls or servants rushing to and fro.
Just silence, she frowned deeply, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, what's going on here? Even the big ornamental water fountain near the entrance had been turned off, making the whole place feel abandoned.
She stepped forward cautiously, her instincts already telling her something wasn't right.
A few seconds later, one of the maids came walking quickly toward her, bowing respectfully.
At that moment the young maid's expression was apologetic, almost nervous.
