When James' car arrived at Rasfa's manor, he stopped.
The guard tapped on the window, asking, "Sir, how may I help you?"
James took out his invitation. The guard checked it and let them through.
Seeing the dreamy manor, Paris grew even more excited. She'd never come to somewhere like this before. Even the parking lot was surrounded by greenery.
There were countless fancy cars in the parking lot. James' car was the least eye-catching one.
Paris followed closely behind James. She didn't dare to walk around alone. Everything here gave her pressure. It was obvious that the mansion was extremely expensive too.
Merely the garden that they walked past was the size of a soccer field. There were a dozen gardeners fixing things there.
After the garden, the golden beach appeared before her eyes. It was beautiful. It completely changed her impression of what "enjoyment" meant. As the saying went, being poor restricted her imagination.
