Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone's location every now and then.
No. 1 Sophora Street.
She didn't realize that Luther's house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!
Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.
After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?
When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.
Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.
Infinity, that's about it.
Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.
was panting against the Roman columns
door and made a respectful "please"
it very well, Joyce could still feel the contempt and disdain in his
her clothes
didn't even have
followed Mr. Arnold
even more beyond her imagination - crystal chandeliers more
staircase, slowly walked a noblewoman, with a
at Joyce with disdain, who was wearing white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out trolley
where did the beggar come from, and you
speak, another person ran down the stairs and was surprised to see
it? You are the
person
Shelly Warner almost shouted.
lived. They both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places
and she knew very
know that Shelly
most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of her sophomore year, she skipped a year
time ago Joyce was again trusted by Professor Owens to enter
even get in
the richest family in Khebury, and she couldn’t