"How about it? My car is not bad, right?" Pandora said with pride, showing off.
"It's average."
Theophilus smiled in response.
"Hmph." Pandora huffed, maintaining her arrogant expression.
She was aware of Theophilus's status, merely a son-in-law living off the Miller family, yet he dared to call her beloved red Bugatti Veyron "average"?
Twenty minutes passed.
The car stopped at the entrance of a stylish, classic, and elegant tea house, Theophilus and Pandora got out.
The tea house had a signboard: "Rose Tea House."
Several female receptionists led Theophilus and Pandora to the third floor.
The interior of the third floor was decorated in an extremely traditional, classic, and elegant style. Theophilus and Pandora entered a private room, while the two black-suited bodyguards stood
