Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone's location every now and then.
No. 1 Sophora Street.
She didn't realize that Luther's house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!
Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.
After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?
When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.
Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.
Infinity, that's about it.
Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.
panting against the Roman columns in front of
a respectful "please" gesture,
hide it very well, Joyce could
clothes soaking wet
have
followed Mr. Arnold into the living
her imagination - crystal chandeliers more than ten meters high, and walls plastered
luxurious revolving staircase, slowly walked a noblewoman,
disdain, who was wearing white sneakers,
come from, and you just led
ran down the stairs and was surprised to
How is it? You are the
dare brother let this kind of person be my sister-in-law? I don't want it!
Shelly Warner almost shouted.
Grandma and Luther lived. They both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight they
and she knew
did she know that Shelly would be
hated Joyce the most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of her sophomore year, she skipped a
Owens to enter the automotive design internship program based on her academic
couldn't even get
the daughter of the Warner family, the richest family in Khebury, and she