Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Mona asked me fearfully while looking out of the window.
I was also looking around in fear. The area was really remote and from the surroundings, it was clear that it was also high-end.
“You girls are sure that this is your destination?” the driver also asked us with concern.
I took my phone out and called my mother. Instead of answering the driver, a stranger, I preferred to call my mother.
“Where are you, honey?” she asked me as soon as she picked up the call.
“We are at the entrance of this area, Mom. We need permission from any of the registered customers here,” I told her what the security told me when I requested permission to enter the place.
“Get out of the cab there, and wait for me,” she replied, and I took a deep breath
