Beatrice looked at the grandeur of the Lloyd mansion as soon as Andrew cut off the engine before the manor. Her glinting eyes looked at the familiar place where she had been quite a few times.
No matter how many times she arrived here, it seemed to amaze her every single time. It was like a fine wine that was growing better as it grew older.
The new imported fountains from Italy in the garden alone were enough to scream about the riches of the family.
Elara was surely a lucky bitch who enjoyed all the luxury without even deserving it.
It also made Beatrice question what exactly Elara really did for the elder of the house to agree to her marriage with Andrew.
As far as Beatrice knew and found out about the woman, she didn't even belong to a high-circle family, nor did she have any influence in the society. The only good thing about her was that she passed out from a prestigious college, which she was sure was because of the scholarship program of that college.
