“I said, who are you and how did you get in my room?” Scarlet asked, her voice rising.

The stranger looked at her with a grin on his face, he looked like those romantic men from fairytale stories and movies. He leaned forward a bit, Scarlet could feel his breath on her neck.

“My name is Peter, Peter walker.” He said, stretching forth his hand towards Scarlet for a handshake.

Scarlet looked at him and took a few steps back. He withdrew his hand stylishly and put them in his pocket.

“My name is Peter Walker and I am your new driver and guard. Grandpa Trump sent me here. Oh,...