As soon as the gate was opened, the courtyard scenery came into her view, with lush trees, a small bronze sculpture fountain, and roses planted around it, with a long-lasting fragrance.
"Ms. Harley, this is the key that Mr. Larson asked me to give you. He will be back in the eveBerkeley." The driver handed a key to Ava.
She took a light suitcase and opened the door with the key.
The white and brown marble floor was as clean and bright as a mirror. Under the crystal chandelier with European candlesticks, there was a booth with four tall gold vases filled with freshly picked champagne roses.
There was a simple set of noble sofas in the hall, and only one or two luxurious works of art were placed on the wall cabinet. The beige floral gauze curtains covered the lattice glass windows behind. With gorgeous and dazzling decoration and unique scenery, it was like a small palace.
