Richard Huber stormed through the front yard, his face thunderous with anger.

The family mausoleum.

The security guards were still at their post by the door. When they spotted Richard and his entourage approaching, they immediately froze, panic written all over their faces.

One of them actually tried to make a run for the mausoleum, probably hoping to warn the people inside.

Richard noticed the move right away and shouted, "Hey, you! Stop right there!"

The guard froze mid-step, rooted to the spot.

Richard marched up, his tone sharp. “What are you so jumpy about?"

The guard trembled, staring at his shoes. "Sir..."

The mausoleum didn't even have a back door-there was no way for Winona Newsom to slip out. Of course the guards were nervous.

Richard had given strict orders: nobody was to set foot inside to see Keaton Huber. If they let anyone in, they'd be in deep trouble.

On top of that, they'd promised Ms. Newsom they'd alert her at the slightest sign of trouble.

And now, here they were...

"Well? Speak up! What the

answered. Richard's scowl deepened as he

on the tension, didn't bother questioning the

commotion. She scrambled to the window, peering out -and

through the front gates, his posse right behind

up, adrenaline chasing away her tipsy

"Your parents are coming! With a crowd!

of the night, and here she was-alone in a room with

with Mrs. Windham and

Mrs

but their mouths ran faster than a horse

was used to rumors, being a semi- celebrity and

parents? They

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Zane Livingston fiasco, the Newsom family had

a daze. He hadn't expected his dad to show up at this hour, much

let

She stuffed the remains of their takeout behind an old memorial plaque and

was no way to hide herself-she was a whole

didn't have any bright lights, but even the

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