The Count arrived at his mansion in just six minutes, but those six minutes were enough for twenty wealthy young men to recognize his incredibly expensive carriage and kick their horses into a gallop, desperate to catch another glimpse of the mysterious foreigner who could casually drop forty thousand on a pair of horses.
The house his servant Ali had selected stood majestically on the right side of the famous tree-lined avenue. Thick clusters of trees and bushes concealed part of the entrance, while two curved driveways swept around them like elegant arms, leading from the iron gates to an impressive double entrance. Porcelain vases overflowing with flowers adorned every step.
This isolated estate had two entrances, the main one and a side entrance on a different street. Before the coachman could even announce their arrival, the massive gates swung open smoothly. They'd seen the Count coming. In this city, like everywhere else, he was served with lightning speed.
