Alicia's call

As they stepped off the plane, a sleek black Lamborghini awaited them, its engine purring smoothly. The maids scurried to load their luggage into the trunk, while the driver stood at attention, holding open the door for them to enter. With a regal grace, they slid into the luxurious interior, the door closing behind them with a soft thud.

The driver took his seat, and the guards fell into formation, following closely behind in a separate vehicle. The convoy glided smoothly into motion, a testament to the wealth and power of its occupants.

As the Lamborghini glided through the streets, Bryan couldn't help but remark, "England is such a great place, so calm and warm." Grandma Creston chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"England is a great city, that's why the family always loves to come here, mostly on vacation. And one of the reasons why we also have business interests here," she added, her voice dripping with sophistication. Bryan nodded in understanding, taking in the sigh