"Mr. Arthur, the previous owner has already paid all the servants' expenses of ten years. The staff is divided into three divisions. One division works from early morning to the afternoon, another division works from the afternoon to the night, and the third division works the whole night. So, you don't have to worry about not having servants around in your villa," she said.
"Oh... How many servants are here?"
"250 servants in total. 100 are in the first division, another 100 are in the second, and only 50 are in the third division. The staff is divided into their work groups: Chiefs, cleaners, gardeners, farmers, and so on. Cleaning is done once a week. It is generally done on Sunday when all the servants are available."
"Mhm." Arthur nodded.
"And I supervise this villa to ensure the work of the servants and also to fulfill your wishes."
"To fulfill my wishes?" Arthur tilted his head.
"I mean, if you want to recruit more staff, renovate the villa, hold events, or anything else related to the villa, I will handle those."
"Good. Is that all? When will the servants come to work?"
"Yes, Mr. Arthur. The second division will come to work in ten minutes. Also, I would have given you a tour of the villa, but as you can see, the size of the villa makes it impossible to cover in a short time."
"Don't worry, I know all the rooms I need. I don't have a wish to explore the whole villa. If I want to explore it, I will call you."
"Okay. That's all, Mr. Arthur. Here's my contact information. Please contact me whenever you want."
"Even at midnight?"
"Of course."
[Ding!]
[Three choices are in front of you. Which one will you choose?]
[1. Escort her to the door. Reward: Gentleman Halo]
[2. Escort her to her house. Reward: +10 Esla Affection]
[3. Pull her into your arms and ask her if she will warm your bed. Reward: 10 Billion Dollars]
"..."
Arthur was speechless as he looked at the choices. However, the reward was just too tempting. 10 billion dollars was a huge sum of money, and he desired wealth above all else.
Esla was just about to turn when Arthur grabbed her arm.
"Aa!" She was startled. "Mr. Arthur?" She tilted her head as she looked at him.
"Aaah!" He suddenly pulled her close, embracing her. Her white cheeks reddened. "M-Mr. Arthur? What are you doing?" She tried to compose herself.
"Will you warm my bed?"
"!!!" Her cheeks turned even redder. As her chest pressed against Arthur's body, he could hear her heart racing.
*Ding!*
His phone rang. However, he had no time to check it. He gazed into Esla's flushed eyes. Her plump lips were seductive.
Her bosom was ample, and her thighs were shapely. Her long legs were clad in black stockings, and her silky black hair cascaded freely.
After a moment of silence, Arthur loosened his grip on her.
"Sorry," Arthur apologized.
"Huh?" Esla was in a daze. 'What just happened? I was pulled and hugged...' She looked at Arthur. 'He's handsome and cool. He carries a noble aura... He seems like a true gentleman...' Her heart raced even more.
"I will escort you to the door," he said in a monotone voice.
"O-O... Okay..." She nodded, unable to meet his gaze. She didn't know how to react or what to say.
"I will contact you later."
She nodded and quickly made her way out of the villa.
Arthur paid no attention to her and focused on his broken phone. It was another message from the system.
[10 billion dollars has been deposited into a new account. The account is opened in your name... A black card from 'The Shining Bank' is on your bed where you slept yesterday. It has no limits.]
Arthur still didn't understand why the system sent him messages instead of displaying them as holograms. He didn't dwell on it and walked into his room.
There, he noticed a black card lying on his bed. 'The Shining Bank' was engraved on it. It felt weighty, unlike regular cards.
He nodded in satisfaction. First, he walked outside the villa and booked a cab.
Arthur messaged Esla and asked her for the number of the security guard.
After a minute, he received the number. He called the security guard and informed them that a cab would be arriving and they should let it enter.
The security guards exchanged confused glances. "Why would a wealthy man book a cab?" They both wondered.
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"This..." The cab driver, a middle-aged man who had taken many passengers to their destinations, was utterly shocked. "Is the passenger nearby this district?"
He looked at the location and realized it was inside the Gentle Lake District! He was perplexed. "Is this some kind of prank?" Why would a wealthy man who could afford a million-dollar villa book a cab?
Nevertheless, it was his job, and he couldn't turn back now. He drove toward the gate and was about to explain the situation to the security guard. To his surprise, the gate was already open.
Without much thought, he drove into the district and arrived near the Hearty Lake Villa.
Arthur spotted the cab and entered. "To the nearest bank," he requested.
The cab driver hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's not my business, but may I ask you something, young man?"
"What?" Arthur responded.
"You live in such a massive villa... Why do you still book a cab? Don't you have a car?"
"I sold my car to buy this villa," Arthur explained.
The cab driver was left speechless, but he managed a dry smile and drove to the nearest bank.
"Wait, I'll be back after withdrawing some cash," Arthur said.
"Okay..." The cab driver wasn't worried that Arthur would run away. After all, living in a villa meant he couldn't possibly struggle to pay for taxi fares... That would be the biggest joke.
After ten minutes, Arthur returned, having withdrawn ten thousand dollars from the ATM machine.
"Now where?" Arthur asked.
"To the nearest car showroom," the cab driver replied.
"On the way!" The cab driver sounded enthusiastic.
During the drive, the cab driver attempted to engage in conversation with Arthur, but Arthur remained mostly silent. The cab driver could only sigh and give up.
After an hour, they arrived at the car showroom.
"How much is the fare?" Arthur inquired.
"160 dollars," the cab driver responded.
Arthur handed him five 100-dollar bills. "Here."
"Huh? Young man, I said 160 dollars, not 500 dollars," the cab driver exclaimed, surprised by the amount.
"Keep the change," Arthur said, leaving without waiting for a reply.
"...Is 500 dollars just spare change for a wealthy man?" The cab driver looked at Arthur's departing figure in astonishment.