Outside the grand Jackson family residence, the afternoon sun hung lazily above the compound, spilling golden rays across the massive black gate that stood like a silent guardian. The place looked intimidating—tall walls, security cameras fixed at every angle, and two uniformed guards stationed firmly by the entrance, each of them standing like they'd been carved from stone.
Oliver stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, his face calm but unreadable. Beside him, Lisa looked strikingly composed, though her calmness wasn't born out of patience—it was the kind of calm that came from confidence. Her long hair danced lightly with the wind, but her eyes stayed sharp and fixed on the guards in front of her.
The guards had already noticed them from a distance, but when Oliver and Lisa finally reached the gate, one of the guards took a step forward and stopped them, his tone cautious but slightly authoritative.
