Evelyn stood frozen near the grand staircase. She could hardly comprehend the world she had just stepped into. A villa with this many professionally trained servants—each one standing with perfect posture and precision—was beyond anything she had ever witnessed.
Neither the Grayson family nor even the powerful Tyrion family possessed such extravagant wealth or grace.
Thorne, still trying to process the sight, recalled that the Grayson estate—once regarded as one of the finest in J. City—had only a dozen servants, most of whom lacked professionalism. Their service couldn’t hold a candle to the refinement displayed here.
Evelyn remembered the Tyrion family’s villa, where she had once felt proud to visit. Now, compared to Aurora Crown Estate, that memory seemed laughable—cheap, ordinary, a
