As the taxi approached the towering gates of the Raphael family estate, it became clear just how vast and impressive the place was.
Spanning over a mile, the estate was more like a small city, filled with luxurious buildings, each belonging to different branches of the family.
The sheer size and opulence spoke volumes about the immense wealth possessed by the Raphael family.
Karl, the driver, whistled low as they neared the entrance.
"You sure we're in the right place, Damien? This looks more like a royal fortress than an estate," he said, eyes wide as he glanced at the towering gates and the sprawling grounds beyond.
Damien remained unfazed, his eyes cold and focused.
"We're at the right place. Just keep driving."
But as soon as the taxi got within proximity of the entrance, the air shifted.
Several guards stationed near the gate suddenly sprang into action.
