Chapter 9 Unmasked

Claire woke up the next morning in a mansion. Although she had experienced wealth at its highest level in the last few days, once she opened my eyes that morning and saw the mansion in broad daylight, It was like she had gotten an immediate superior awareness.

The mansion epitomized beauty, showing the inhabitants lived the best possible life. The bed alone was half the size of her former apartment, and the guest room given to her was bigger than the entirety of it.

The walls were decorated with fine furniture, which probably cost thousands. Claire stood up to observe the rest of the room, and she wondered why the room needed a wardrobe when it was built with the idea of accommodating guests.

Most people moving in would probably have their luggage with them, which was supposed to be more than enough.

If this was a room meant for the guests that came to this house, Claire found herself wondering how large the size of the family members would be.

This was a bit much for just about anyone because a guest wasn't supposed to stay for a long period.

But then, the caliber of people they would have as guests were surely people with their mansions, so It must be quite accurate.

At the same time, the rest of the house was probably greater, so they had to make sure the guest room was up to the same standard to make sure the house didn't have some parts that would spoil its beauty as a whole.

Claire tried to remember the events of last night from the moment Mason had fallen asleep and laid his head on her lap in that limousine.

After that moment, she had tried to get him awake to no avail. The guards in the car cautioned her, stating that any attempt to get him off her would be seen as an attack and would be duly dealt with.

Claire had been astounded by this statement; she was quite amazed at how serious the guards were with the crazy things coming out of their mouths.

These morons probably had no idea what it meant to have a grown man lay on your feeble lap throughout a long journey.

Aside from the fact that his head was heavy, he was also drunk, and he could puke at any time. Thankfully, none happened, and they got home in one piece.

When she got out of the car, she met Miss Patricia, who was probably the head of the household and probably coordinated things in the house when he was not around.

Miss Patricia was a woman who was well in her fifties, and even she carried the same aura that the wealthy people had. She had probably served the family for a long time, so their ways had rubbed off on her.

When she spoke, Claire became more certain of it. This woman was exactly like them, and she was probably just as dangerous.

Claire decided she would be extra careful when dealing with her. She was going to be her undoing. In that home, Miss Patricia was probably the only one who knew the mindset of average people.

She was also going to be directly taking care of Claire; therefore, there was no one else who was to be more scared of when it came to her identity.

"Welcome to the Golden house, home to the Golds. It's a name given to it by the first people who once visited the Golds in the place when they were awed by the level of luxury it exuded. Here, you will see and know the true meaning of beauty," said Miss Patricia, taking great pride in the house like it was hers or she had any connection.

"Thanks for the kind words," I responded with a smile.

"And where is the groom?" she asked, still excited.

Claire wondered why she was at home; if she was such an important part of the family, why didn't she get dressed and attend the wedding? After all, they wouldn't need her service when they got home, so they wouldn't need to have her home at the ready.

Claire wondered whether she intended to stay at home and do nothing. At that point, Claire imagined the staff would have had a party at the home and done crazy stuff.

A smile curled on the edge of her lips as she envisioned the servants before her in a dance club having a blast.

"Oh, about that, I don't think he would be able to find his way to his room by himself as he is drunk and has fallen into a deep sleep," Claire said, hoping she sounded as wealthy as possible.

It wasn't easy; Josie was not such an easy character to play. Unlike her, she was sweet, patient, kind and yet rigid. She was the perfect girl, and although they had a striking resemblance, Josie was still obviously the more pretty one.

Now, Claire could only hope to be good enough to be her long enough to secure her escape plan if possible.

After all, Josie's father wouldn't let her get the better of him that easily. At that point, Josie began to regret turning down the one-million-dollar reward and decided she would ask for it again as the work she was doing wasn't easy.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. His appetite for these things often overwhelms him; it's nothing to worry about. After all, almost all the men in the city start drinking under the age of fifteen. This is a grown-up man; on this wedding night, he will probably think about all his exes and feel the sadness of all his past relationships. Now, don't worry about him; the bodyguards will get him to his room safely. Come, let me show you to your room," she said.