The guard whimpered under his breath, not daring to fight back. His feet stumbled over the glossy tiled floor as Lisa pulled him forward mercilessly. The hallway was long, decorated with priceless antiques and family portraits, but neither Oliver nor Lisa cared. They walked with the air of people who owned the place or were about to.
Some of the maids inside the house had been carrying flower vases, trays of tea, or folding towels. One of them froze in place, her eyes wide, the teacups on her tray rattling as her hands trembled. Another let out a small shriek and turned on her heels, rushing off in panic toward the main living room, her slippers slapping loudly against the floor as she ran. Whispers flew from one corner of the house to another — "Strangers! Intruders! Someone just broke in!"
In a matter of seconds, the mansion buzzed with unease.
And then, just like that, Oliver and Lisa pushed open the doors to the grand living room.
