The black Bugatti drove through the gate with Christian and I sitting at the backseat.

Immediately the driver pulled to a stop, guards from the cars that followed us behind rushed out and opened the door for me and Christian.

We came out of the car together and met some men in front of the building who were already waiting for us.

“Your Highness.” One of the men called and exchanged a handshake with him.

“We were informed of your coming and are very pleased to have you here with us. “Welcome lady.” He turned and said to me,

"Thanks” I smiled perfunctorily.

“Please, come in with us” the other...