On the broad highway, a stretched Rolls-Royce sped furiously.

In the backseat, Brittany looked at the fleeting view along the way.

The moon was bright tonight. On both sides of the road erected oriental planes. A rugged mountain stretched in the distance and looked near at hand. From time to time, they passed by luxury villas in Oriental or European styles. Crawling along the fences were clusters of delicate flowers. These buildings looked like castles in fairy tales.

Brittany came to the legendary district of the rich for the first time and sighed with emotions. Sure enough, the residence of the rich was different and like heaven on earth.

Harold sat next to her in the passenger seat.

He looked down at the phone, read messages, and secretly observed the bumpkin on the other side.

Bumpkin was not an overstatement. After they entered this area, she forgot about her grumbles and almost stuck her face to the window when she looked at the view outside.

Sure enough, she was a hick who hadn't seen much of the world.

Harold didn't know what went wrong with him tonight. He planned to find the girl in the nightclub, give her the cheque, and leave. By sheer accident, he saved her and cajoled her into going home with him.

Rather than waste time with her, he should go to the hospital and stay with his brother, who just received a transplant operation. However, her reaction was so funny that he didn't want to end the game so fast.

Since she was already here, he couldn't drop her off halfway. In a moment, he would give her the cheque and ask his men to ride her home.

He sorted out his thoughts, rested his mind at ease, played with the phone, and continued to peek at the bumpkin who didn't notice anything.

In the front passenger seat, Eric Potts observed the tiny actions of his boss and almost shed tears of joy.

Lord!

Buddha!

Was it his hallucination? His boss was peeping at a girl nonstop!

He had waited for over a decade for this moment. Countless times, he saw his boss rejecting those suitors but had never seen Harold interested in any woman. Didn't this mean… his boss was fully functional and not impotent as his mother had imagined!

Eric swore to offer incense to the old lady's memorial tablet and thank her for her blessing!

The car ran through an exquisite European gate into the garage. As soon as Brittany got off, she was dazzled by the luxury cars in front of her eyes.

She used to work as a car model and knew something about cars. Mercedes-Benz and BMW were too commonly seen. This place housed Maybach, Maserati, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, Bentley... and other famous luxury cars. They were either limited editions or the latest models of the season.

It looked like a large-scale exhibition of supercars. This was drama!

Two guards were on sentry duty at the exit. Dressed in azure British uniforms, they boasted red lips and white teeth. They were not inferior to popular actors. At the sight of Harold, they bowed deeply.

Following the man, Brittany felt like an ass in a lion's skin.

She fidgeted, smoothed the crease of her dress, and wondered if this place were really a tiger's cave.

Eric noticed her nervousness, slowed down, and guided her gently, "Miss Jarvis, pay attention to the wet floor, this way, please."

"O… oh, thanks." Brittany bit the bullet and continued to follow Harold.