Describing this mansion with the words 'magnificent and luxurious' would be an insult to it.
Every unique touch of decoration unequivocally spells one word—expensive.
Nora Hart only felt that this was a house piled up with money.
The opulence of the Hart Family had already surpassed many wealthy households in Capital Port, given Julian Hart's fondness for collecting antique calligraphy and paintings.
The value of the house was further elevated by those antique calligraphy and paintings. Yet this mansion was different; the Hart Family's villa seemed somewhat tacky in comparison.
A low-key luxurious Italian decoration, the carved flowers on the walls, each detail exudes exclusivity.
Even Nora Hart, who was raised in affluence, felt shocked.
Andrew Locke stood by her side, observing Nora's expression as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her into the house.
"Good evening, sir, madam."
The sudden and uniform greeting made Nora Hart shiver.