Tristan and Chase sat aside.
Looking at the wide carriage and the carefully designed and manicured lawn, Chase sighed and said, "This place is really nice, I didn't expect that the most luxurious clubhouse in the West Province would be built in Tekla City. I still remember what Tekla City looked like ten years ago. The most prosperous area, the north, was just a barren land, and there was nothing here."
Tristan picked up the red wine from the side and poured a glass for Chase. "Times are changing and progressing, and so are all of us. You should think about what this place will be like in another ten years, maybe it'll be the same as Riverside?"