YVONNE –

The drive from the palace to Melchizedek's house was a quick one; perhaps it was because we pulled up with a Bentley instead of the minicab I usually use.

As Spid steered the Bentley to the parking lot of Melchizedek, I tried to open the door and step down, but he interrupted. "No ma'am. Wait, I'm coming," he stated.

I quietly withdrew my hand from the knob and relaxed back on the chair. "Perhaps the door was locked, and he wanted to unlock it from outside before I proceeded with opening it," a thought echoed in my mind.

However, as he stepped down, he hurried and came to...