The cab pulled up to a gated driveway that felt more like the entrance to a private estate than a house.

Tall black iron gates, flanked by stone pillars and climbing ivy. A long, curved driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and soft ground lights that glowed amber against the evening. The mansion itself rose behind them , modern but timeless, all clean lines, dark glass, and pale stone that caught the last of the sunset.

As much as I thought it was too much, it was exactly what I expected from Mateo Rossi.

The driver hesitated. Looking like we had gone lost from the rearview mirror.

"You sure this...