#Chapter100

Axel's P.O.V.

Okay, this place is creepy as fuck I think as I follow behind coach into a what looks like a deserted office in the downtown London, 30 minute drive from the gym.

The sign on the door said "Closed" but apparently that's what it always says.

"Sorry, we're closed." a woman in her thirties, sitting behind the the reception says and gives as a fake smile.

Arnold sighs. "Don't tell me you don't recognise me, miss Middleton."

The woman squints her eyes at his words and focuses on his face, and then obviously realizes who she's talking to, because her face lights up in realization.

"Oh! Sorry,...