"Mr. Hewitt, what do you think?" The woman in the fur coat wore a warm smile.
Hewitt held Hela's hand as they looked at the magnificent four-story mansion, its elegant sculptures on the columns and roof, the garden, the fountain, and the statues.
Although this place was on the outskirts of Worton City, it was still the Western District's suburbs, and having such a large estate was no small matter.
For the wealthy, owning such an estate should be a matter of great prestige, but most capitalists would not be willing to spend so much money on such a place, and most aristocrats could not afford to waste money and live in their ancestral homes only.
For nobles, heritage is far more important than comfort and prestige. If someone were to abandon their ancestral home and live in a place without historical significance, they would be ridiculed and disdained by other nobles.
"Miss Joy, I'd like to look around some more. By the way, why are you selling this place?"
