Just another French tourist couple.

Standing beside a waiting black Ford truck is her nameless buyer, the man who had purchased her at the auction, the owner of the sprawling estate. He stands there, casually twirling a set of keys in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

Susan's unease grows tenfold at the sight of him.

He looks up, meets her eyes and holds her gaze as she walks over to where he stands beside the car.

"I'll be driving you to the airport myself, I don't want anyone with me." He says, his voice smooth and nonchalant, as if this is just a normal day. "You'll ride in the front with me. I am not your designated driver to drive you like you are some sort of VVIP."

Susan's eyes widen slightly.

Ride in the front? With him?

She glances back at the house staff who had escorted her, hoping for some kind of support, but all of them have their heads bowed, avoiding her gaze entirely, her nameless captor is their boss after all, what could they possibly say.