Then walked in Charles, Alexa's father.

        Rowe's multi-billionaire Castle. 

    "But what are you thinking? The wedding is just few weeks away."

    Rowe's tough face folded into a bulky frown, though he knew that deep down he was as soft as a tissue whenever it boiled down to his only son, Max. Max was his only heir, though he had another son somewhere which he had held back from Max. 

     Max was seated on a luxurious milk colored leathered sofa. Twas a full-floor condo. The view from the living room had a great water opposite. The lapping of the water is reflected by the transparent glass filtering the panorama. 

    Rowe's apartment was a paradise of its own form. Several rooms and sitting rooms. Though that main parlour was the choice of all, especially when they were having such delicate discourse. 

    Most of them believed that the view had a peace to it. Such peace which was needed t

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