At the towering black gates of the Hayes estate, a sleek luxury car arrived..
Inside the vehicle, a man lounged lazily behind the wheel. Gregory Vale. Sunglasses, designer shirt, gold chain peeking through the collar, every inch of him radiated arrogance. A smug smirk curled across his lips as he glanced at the guard approaching his window.
"State your name and business," the guard asked, polite but firm.
Gregory leaned his head back against the seat and lazily replied, "Natalie. Is she home?"
The guard raised a brow. "Do you have an appointment with Madam Natalie?"
Gregory scoffed. "Tell her… her fiancé has arrived."
The guard blinked. "Fiancé…?"
Behind him, the second guard exchanged a confused glance. Natalie Hayes? Fiancé? No one had ever mentioned such a thing.
Gregory leaned forward, his voice sharp now. "What, never seen a confident man before? Open the damn gate."
The first guard frowned. "Sir, please wait here. We'll inform the family."
