Gold turned her face away from the happy, giggling boy who was now resting on Lizzie's hands and squinted her brows towards the mid-forties-looking woman who was still sitting in the car, staring at the boy bonding with her. Like the woman had sensed her gaze on her, she took off the black sunglasses she was wearing, spewed apologies, and came out of the car.

"Hello, I am Mrs. Sanders, and that's my grandson, Silver," she stretched her hand for a handshake, which Gold accepted even though halfheartedly.

"I am.."

"I know already. You are Gold Simons, the second-born daughter of Xavier Simona. "You are twenty years old and doing...