A private mansion was located at the edge of a river, surrounded by large tall trees on either side and a private gated entrance.
It was quite the sight for people to see as they visited the city. As they crossed the large bridge or drove from the other side, many would spot the mansion and point at it, staring in awe.
They wondered what type of person could live in such luxury, what type of person one had to be to own such a place.
The thing was, no one really needed to ask the question because everyone in the city knew that it belonged to Harvor.
Sitting outside with the sun shining, Harvor was lounging in his grand garden with a number of guests.
He wore sunglasses and had his top off. No sweat was coming from his body despite the heat, but he felt a pulsating sensation.
"Do you think things will escalate?" Harvor asked as he took a large sip from his ice-cold beer.