[Third Person].
The guards at the front gate recognized the Fellowes insignia on the car and opened the wrought-iron gates without hesitation.
Levi's vehicle rolled into the vast courtyard of the Oatrun estate, gravel crunching under the tyres.
The moment Wanda stepped out, her eyes swept over the grand architecture, but she masked any excitement with her usual calm expression.
Vivian adjusted her shawl. Levi straightened his jacket.
Right then, a servant approached with a bow. "Lord Levi, Lady Vivian, Lady Wanda—welcome. Please follow me."
They were escorted into the large sitting area, where Dennis was already lounging comfortably on the long sofa, a glass of iced tea in hand.
Then he looked up. A wide grin spread across his face the moment he saw Levi.
"Well, well," Dennis said, rising with easy confidence. "Look who the wind blew in."
Levi laughed and pulled him into a brief, brotherly hug. "Dennis, good to see you."
