David's POV
I arrived at Wellington's mansion a few minutes before noon, my car driving through the tree-lined driveway like it belonged there. Though honestly, compared to this place, my car looked like a toy.
The house - no, mansion - was absolutely massive. Impressive didn't even begin to cover it. This wasn't just wealth; this was generational, old-money, "I-could-buy-your-entire-existence-and-not-notice" kind of wealth. The kind I'm still chasing even though I'm well loaded.
The gates opened automatically as I approached, and I drove through, parking my car in the driveway. I took a moment to appreciate the environment, the gardens, the fountain, the sheer scale of everything. Maxwell Wellington was living in a completely different stratosphere, and I couldn't even begin to compare.
A staff appeared the moment I stepped out of my car, greeting me politely and leading me inside through the massive doors.
