After lunch at Bill Dreaper's house, Dean returned to his residence in Palo Alto.
No, perhaps now it would be more fitting to call it "home," since Dean had moved all his luggage over.
It wasn't much, considering he was still a student. Everything from the dorm at Stanford had been moved in one trip by car.
The sprawling mansion was now bustling inside and out, with gardeners, cleaning staff, and furniture movers coming and going.
Though he was the only one living there, it didn't feel empty at all.
To ensure that all the house's facilities were running smoothly, Dean had even hired someone akin to a housekeeper.
Her main duties involved managing Dean's daily life, such as dietary habits, cleaning, security, and so forth.
"Lucy, please wash the car for me." Handing over the keys to the housekeeper, Lucy, Dean was ready to head back to his room to relax for a while.
