Chapter 35: A Glitter of hope
Becky's eye shimmered with tears, but not of sorrow—of hope. The sight of the freed Percenters, determined and standing strong, stirred something deep within her.
"Dad, this is what you wanted... I'm fulfilling your will," she whispered, voice trembling as she clutched the fabric of her shirt with both hands. The emotion in her chest swelled until it broke free, spilling out in quiet sobs. But her tears were no longer of grief. They were of pride.
Not far from her, Trey stood in awe, his eyes sweeping across the lavish property. "Who owns this mansion anyways?"
A voice rang out confidently from behind.
"That would be me. I'm also the guy who teleported the both of you here!! My name is Drake."
Drake extended a hand, and Trey shook it, still visibly impressed.
"What's a guy gotta do to get a mansion like this?!!" Trey asked as the two began strolling through the marble corridors and high-ceilinged rooms.
"When you're the best transporter of drugs around the whole country without a trace... you'll be pretty rich," Drake replied, nonchalant.
"Damn, that's pretty smart," Trey said, cracking a grin. The two of them shared a laugh that echoed through the halls.
Outside the mansion, the setting sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue. Rafik and Monet sat quietly in a pair of chairs, the moment giving them a rare breath of peace.
Rafik glanced at her, curiosity in his voice. "How did you even escape the lab to help me, Monet?"