And so, without another word, Rex and Lena stepped through the threshold—into the glittering heart of the Hollywood elite's inner sanctum.
Just beyond the grand entryway, a pair of elegantly dressed waiters stood at attention, their posture perfect and smiles practiced. One stepped forward, offering a light bow. "Welcome, sir. This way, please."
Rex nodded calmly, the way he imagined someone used to this kind of treatment would. But inside, he was screaming.
Because the moment they crossed into the estate, it was like walking into a different world.
The iron gates had barely finished closing behind them when he was greeted by the kind of visual spectacle that made him question whether he'd accidentally wandered into a movie set—or maybe heaven for rich people.
The 725-foot-long private driveway twisted upward through beautifully manicured greenery, flanked by soft golden lights and bursts of floral color that looked too perfect to be real. It was a winding path to opulence.
