Milo's house was about an hour's drive from the penthouse. It was located in the outskirts of Moscow where there was private property and miles of land.
The entrance to his property had huge black gates. He put in the code and they opened automatically. The drive from the gate to his house was five minutes. The path leading there had been littered with lights to illuminate the area.
The mansion was huge. It was the biggest one I had ever seen in my entire life. It was a vintage mansion that had a grand staircase, an elevator, and several floors. Majestic chandeliers dangled from the ceiling and added to an aura of money and power.
The interior was a mix of black and gray tones. It represented Milo perfectly.
"Welcome to my house," Milo said as he scratched the back of his head. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was nervous about me seeing his private space.
A middle-aged woman and man appeared.
