It's dusk, at Tibble's family.
Mrs. Victoria was lying on a chair in the flower garden, comfortably calling a masseuse to massage her face.
The iron door that was closing suddenly made a resounding sound of being opened.
Mrs. Victoria was startled. She turned around and saw a global limited edition Rolls-Royce directly crashing into the iron door, not even slowing down, but running straight towards the flower garden.
The maids around were all scared to death, and Mrs. Victoria froze on the spot.
Right after that, that Rolls-Royce car calmly drove through the garden of roses in full bloom.
Finally, the car stopped steadily in front of the house.
And the rose garden was crushed under the wheels, extremely lonely.
Mrs. Victoria almost fainted.
That is the flower she loves the most.
