Unexpected Trillionaire.

Sandra! Guess what?

The next day was Saturday, Alex Waynee and Sandra Douglas woke in a hotel room.

Opening his eyes, Alex Waynee was met an opulent chandelier hanging above his head.

The chandeliers light shimmered across the luxury room like a celestial dance, casting intricate patterns of radiance that pirouetted across every surface.

The chandelier's crystals refracted the light into a thousand miniature rainbows, each fragment painting the room in a kaleidoscope of colours.

It was as though the sun itself had descended from the heavens to weave a tapestry of brilliance, illuminating the room with a splendor that felt almost otherworldly.

Every corner, every piece of furniture, every delicate ornament basked in this ethereal glow, turning the space into a sanctuary of opulence and grace.

Standing up abruptly from the bed, Alex Waynee stared askance at Sandra, who was lying just by his side.

Staring at her, he thought,'Does it mean that we slept on this bed?' His thoughts raced as he stared askance