Fifteen minutes on foot from Lumina, there lay a grove of cypress trees.
Behind it stood a mountain with clear streams, while in the opposite direction, the cityscape stretched out in all its beauty. In that serene location, nestled within the embrace of nature, stood a particularly luxurious villa.
In the living room of the villa, a pretty blonde girl lay in a hammock, staring at Adrian's picture on her phone while speaking playfully to her brother, Alex Clinton.
"I have to say this guy did have a handsome face despite growing up in an orphanage, and the surprising thing is that he hadn't been whored around despite his appearance. He's got quite the luck."
The girl was none other than Jessica Clinton, the sole daughter of the Clinton family and Alex's big sister.
"Handsome? That guy's nothing but an arrogant nuisance—a dog that barks at its master," Alex retorted as his frustration reached a boiling point.
