Pennsylvania, within the Fox Manor owned by the DuPont family.
As the helicopter touched down on the lawn, it signified the arrival of another distinguished guest.
"Mr. Jack Walton, the master is waiting for you inside the Manor."
"Hmm," the third-generation heir of the Walton family handed his helmet to a servant waiting by his side.
Although he was not allowed to participate in the family business, he was born into wealth, making him an object of envy for many.
Unfortunately, Jack Walton did not favor a life of debauchery, the kind that makes for popular tales of the rich and spoiled.
Aside from diligently interacting with the old money crowd as his family expected, and trying to integrate himself among them,
He was, essentially, as much of an adventurer as those lunatics from the Kennedy family.
Of course, Fox Manor was not a good place for adventures, so his visit had another purpose.