“Huh?!”
She turned her face in horror, “So soon?”
“Xannie, time to get out.”
“No, no, I won’t get out.”
Xanthea clung to the seatbelt, refusing to let go until Orion leaned in and whispered in her ear with a chuckle, “I’m just kidding.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You’ll be a monkey’s uncle if you’re lying!”
“Come out and see for yourself.”
Skeptical yet curious, Xanthea poked her head out, and her jaw dropped at the sight of the sprawling, magnificent estate before her.
Could this be the estate Orion mentioned before, the one ten times larger than the Marlowe family’s in the northern areas of Crestwood?
This wasn’t just ten times larger; it was an endless, sprawling, luxurious private island!
“Orion, this place is...”
“Xanthea Haven Estate.”
“Xanthea?” She looked at him in disbelief. “That’s my name. You’re joking, right?”
Before she could finish, two lines of servants in the estate simultaneously opened the tall, gilded gates, revealing a luxurious main villa with four striking golden characters on the entrance—Xanthea Haven Estate.
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