Fangran is no stranger to the luxurious existence of a villa like a manor.

But watching the Rolls-Royce drive into the entrance like a ‘city gate’ and drive about one kilometer on a straight road with street lights,

Fangran got out of the car and stared blankly at the huge and gorgeous building in front of him.

manor?

No, absolutely not, this is not a small house with a dozen rooms in total, nor is it as simple as a whole four or five-story villa building.

It’s not the vertical style like a castle,

Fangran looked at the huge building in front of him that could only be described as a palace, the size of a palace.

With the fountain background about 70 to 80 meters behind him, he walked up the extremely spacious steps step by step, and finally the luxurious door opened towards him.

The splendor and splendor of the hall is unparalleled in the world. The deep red gilt in the hall shines so brightly that it is hard to open your eyes.

Fangran saw the most outrageous grand occasion to receive him tonight.

There are deep red carpets, huge crystal chandeliers, and an exaggeratedly wide front hall. Nearly a hundred men and women wearing black waiter and servant uniforms are divided into two rows.

They all bowed slightly forward to express welcome.

When Fangran was wondering what kind of movie scene this was, he saw a familiar figure in front of everyone. He was wearing high-heeled shoes and had slender legs that were too proportionate. His skin color was whiter than his hair.

Perfectly interprets what is called the ultimate sexiness of white women in cold tones,

Under her silver hair, she lifted up a cold and beautiful face that instantly made people feel aura, and said in a calm and capable voice:

"Long wait, Master Fangran, I am Adeline, welcome to..."

"Fiseld-Imperial Manor."

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