“One of the guards signified to Amelia, suggesting that she whined down her window.

Amelia felt a little embarrassed as she did, Sam really employed these guys and they were working in a villa such as this, does this mean Sam owned the place?

It was too early to jump to conclusions.

When the first guard saw her, he almost laughed but he remained composed and spoke instead, but still he couldn’t wipe off the little smile that had crept to his face the instant he saw Amelia.

“Is the boss expecting you?”

“Who is the boss?” Amelia raised her brow, this was her chance to confirm some things.

The guard looked at her in genuine confusion; had Amelia come all the way to the villa without knowing who owned the property or she still believed it wasn’t Sam’s?

“Who do you want to see, ma’am?” The guard asked again, his face now entirely covered with a serious expression.

“Now you’re asking the right question. I’m here to see Samuel Jonathan,” Amelia smiled, tapping a finger on the steerin