Then Elara's gaze stuck towards the table. A table was kept in between those three sofas for showpieces. A glass slab was kept on that table. Many papers and a pen were scattered on that slab. Ren and Elara knew that people of higher level have a lot of work. Seroi was also looking at these papers. There was no expression in his mind, eyes, or on his face. Elara understood this situation. A vision came to her mind. A big house. Like a palace but modern.
The mansion stood at the crest of a sloping hill, its sleek glass walls catching the sunset like a sheet of molten gold. Wide terraces wrapped around the upper floors, guarded by steel-and-stone railings polished to a mirror sheen. A fountain dominated the front courtyard, its cascading water glinting under soft garden lights.
