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

one answered. Richard's scowl deepened as he strode

didn't bother

to the window, peering out -and nearly had

already through the front gates, his posse right behind him, heading straight

instant, Winona sobered up,

parents are coming! With a crowd! How am I supposed to get

in a room with Keaton. If

Mrs. Windham and

Mrs

bad people, but their mouths ran faster than a horse at the Kentucky Derby

a little scandal herself she was used to rumors, being

her parents?

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since the Zane Livingston fiasco, the Newsom family had

hadn't expected his dad to show up at this hour, much less

let

was trying to process, Winona sprang into action. She stuffed the remains of their takeout behind an old

way to hide herself-she was

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

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