"Well, that's only because you locked me in the car! Otherwise, I could have—"
Before Xanthea could finish her sentence, Orion interrupted her, "No worries, I don't mind, and Ms. Nightshade, you shouldn't either."
He was not the least bit uncomfortable; on the contrary, he seemed quite at ease.
Xanthea paused, "I wasn't minding!"
"Mr. Lockwood, Ms. Nightshade, we're here."
Cedric stopped the car and swung open the door.
After being cooped up in the car for five or six hours, arguing relentlessly with him, Xanthea couldn't stand another second inside and was eager to get out. She stepped out and was greeted by the sight of the sprawling, majestic Estate.
Inside the estate, there were towering pavilions, vast, rippling lakes, chirping birds and rare wildlife, and even a dense, man-made forest that blocked out the sky—it was indeed a top-tier private villa.
On the grand golden gate at the front of the villa, the name 'Marlowe' was prominently displayed.
Marlowe Manor?
Xanthea murmured, "Could this be the famous Marlowe conglomerate that Dad often mentions? The wealthiest family in Everglade? No wonder they own such a luxurious estate."
Orion noticed the admiration in her eyes and said, "I have one in the northern areas of Crestwood too, ten times larger than this."
Hearing this, Xanthea turned to look at him and thought, "And? Are you trying to show off?"
"Chairman Lockwood!"
"Long time no see! Please, come in. Mr. Anthony has been waiting for you in the study for quite some time now!"
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