At that moment, not long after, Marcus finally arrived at Zakaria's mansion. The gates stood tall and wide open, with a few guards posted on each side. The driveway was long, smooth, and lined with trimmed trees. Expensive cars were already parked in neat rows near the entrance. But none of those things caught Marcus's attention.
He was expecting something else.
No, not something. Someone.
He thought Linda would be outside, maybe standing with a glass of wine, smiling as she welcomed the guests. Maybe dressed in something eye-catching, playing the role of the perfect hostess. But instead, she was just… there. Standing quietly under the shade near the large pillar by the entrance, wearing a plain black jacket, oversized sunglasses, and a white face mask that covered nearly her entire face.
There was no wave. No smile. No "hello."
She didn't even seem like she noticed he had arrived.
