Owen Perez and his mother living here was definitely Walter's doing.
Back then, I'd thought Walter was honest and hardworking, so I'd handed him a few smaller holdings to manage. I never imagined he'd use them to set up a mistress and an illegitimate son.
"Ms. Black! Are you here to inspect the property? Let me notify the manager right away—"
I raised my hand gently to stop him. "That won't be necessary. This is a personal visit."
With that, I took my daughter's hand and walked straight toward the noisiest part of the community.
I didn't need to search for the right villa. The only one blasting music loud enough to set my teeth on edge told me everything I needed to know.
The closer we got, the louder the commotion grew.
I'd barely reached the front door when the scene before me stopped me in my tracks.
Seeing it in person was something else entirely.
A cluster of parents swarmed around a woman dripping in designer clothes, fawning over her like courtiers around a queen.
Vanity and self-satisfaction radiated from every pore of her face. I didn't need to ask. This was Owen Perez's mother.
"Owen's mommy, why on earth did you invite Carly Black's mother?"