This area, a residential area for the wealthy, was lined with various mansions of European, British, and Gothic styles. Being located halfway up the mountain, it provided a luxurious and spectacular view.
The silver Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of a European-style villa. Ye Chen opened the door and gracefully walked into the villa. He was a little more distant than usual and was aggressive as he would have been in a shopping mall, yet he clearly kept himself in restraint.
"Third Young Master Ye, you are back! Your father is waiting for you," the older butler said as he politely let Ye Chen in.
The villa was luxuriously decorated by the hands of master craftsmen, and it was borderline luxurious. The reflection of gold around the villa almost dazzled Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's glare betrayed near-invisible ridicule.
If there was anything the villa gave him, it was nothing but an intense distance and biting coldness.
