The Wilde Mansion was impressive. It screamed of old and rich history. The building was very well-maintained and Scarlet didn't think there would be such buildings in Malaysia. The mansion looked straight out from a picture somewhere in Europe with the beautiful french windows and carved pillars. The girl almost forgot about being in the same country the moment the black sedan passed through the iron gates.
The gardens were beautiful and the arrangement was completely out of this world. Scarlet wasn't a fan of flowers but she knew the basics. Imagine seeing not just one tulip but a field of them growing in the garden as they drove to the porch. The half-genius could only guess the amount of labour and money poured into maintaining a garden as large as this. If she didn't experience coming through the main gates herself or knew that this was Alex's home, Scarlet would have thought that she was in Holland.
