"Boss, when are we getting paid? We're completely broke," Jax asked from the back seat.
"You haven't even worked a full month, and you're already asking for a paycheck?"
The Iron Wolves chuckled. They never nagged their employers for money. Their salaries were incredibly high, and they all had substantial savings. But Silas and Jax were a different breed entirely.
Mira suddenly remembered that they were heading back to Melvion City soon. Maybe they wanted to buy some local souvenirs? Should she give them an advance? They had performed well lately, after all. However, the bulk of their salary and bonuses had to be held back until the middle of the following month. If she paid them out now, the two might just vanish, leaving her scrambling for new bodyguards.
Before long, the car turned onto a lush, tree-lined road. The chaotic noise of the city seemed to be instantly absorbed by the forest, leaving behind a profound stillness. As they drove deeper, the melodic chirping of birds filled the air, occasionally mixed with the distant laughter of children playing in the grass. Looking out the window, Mira spotted groups of adults chatting on benches near manicured flowerbeds. Everywhere she looked was a sea of serene, vibrant green, radiating a sense of absolute tranquility. In the distance, rolling hills connected to form a stunning backdrop.
Soon, the car passed through the gates of an exclusive villa community, revealing elegant, castle-like estates scattered among the trees and expansive lawns.
The car finally pulled into a private driveway. "We're here," Owen announced.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Mira was greeted by a breathtaking European-style mansion. The cream-colored exterior paired flawlessly with the dark gray roof, exuding an air of sophisticated grandeur. A wide marble driveway swept toward the entrance, flanked by perfectly manicured ornamental trees. Since spring hadn't fully arrived, the flowers beneath them had yet to bloom.
"Welcome back, sir." A middle-aged couple was already waiting by the front doors.
Owen gave a slight wave, gesturing for everyone to head inside.
The moment they stepped through the doors, the soaring ceilings of the grand living room commanded attention, with a magnificent crystal chandelier casting a brilliant, dazzling glow. A spread of fresh fruit, pastries, and snacks was already perfectly arranged on the coffee table.
Mira didn't stand on ceremony; she was thirsty. After washing her hands, she downed a glass of mango juice, popped a few grapes into her mouth, and began wandering around to take in the space.
"This is a gorgeous house. The surroundings are incredible. When did you buy it?"
"A few years ago," Owen replied, following her around to answer her questions. The bodyguards and driver had been escorted to a lounge to rest and have tea.


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