The guard watched as his bosses walked past him followed by Hayden in his wheelchair with Myla staying close to him, her hands in his as she walked beside him because he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

His brows disappeared into his hairline. Did they all just come out of the same bedroom? He asked himself in shock then shrugged muttering “it’s none of my damn business anyways. Rich people are always so weird.” before following them.

Nobody spoke as they headed for the eastern wing ...