THE RICH GUY IN DISGUISE

THE STRANGE VISIT

The air inside the house was heavy with an almost suffocating stillness as Frank stepped through the doorway. He closed the door softly behind him, his senses on high alert as he took in his surroundings.

The sitting room was empty, its silence broken only by the faint tick of a wall clock. It was as if the house itself held its breath, waiting for the next chapter to unfold.

Frank's footsteps were careful and measured as he moved through the sitting room, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or life.

He had a mission to complete, an intention that he was duty-bound to fulfil. But as he entered the room, his steps faltered and surprise flickered across his features.

There, on the bed, lay Donald and Vera, their forms tangled in a peaceful slumber. It looked like they had just finished having sex before they were both taken away by sleep.

"So why did that fool inform me wrongly?" Frank thought to himself.

One of his henchmen had told him that Donald was the only one at