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...

Speak up! What the hell is that troublemaker doing in there

one answered. Richard's scowl deepened as

bother questioning the

Winona heard the commotion. She scrambled to the

front gates, his posse

sobered up, adrenaline chasing

hard on the arm to jolt him awake. "Your parents are coming! With a crowd! How am I supposed

and here she was-alone in a room with Keaton. If anyone caught

with Mrs. Windham and

Mrs

people, but their mouths ran faster than a horse at the Kentucky Derby As soon as they left, the whole

a little scandal herself she was

parents?

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the Zane Livingston fiasco, the Newsom family had

dad to show up at this hour,

let

of their takeout

no way to hide herself-she was a

any bright lights, but even the flickering candles couldn't hide a

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