The grand gates of Pearl Villa slowly opened, their polished iron frames parting with a quiet mechanical grace as the car rolled inside, tires gliding over the rain washed stone pathway that reflected the soft glow of the evening lights.
The drizzle had calmed into a gentle fall now, the kind of rain that made everything feel quieter, more intimate, as if the world itself had softened for a moment.
Miles brought the car to a smooth halt near the entrance.
All four stepped out.
Almost instantly, the villa staff approached with umbrellas, their movements efficient yet respectful, shielding the guests from the lingering rain as others began carefully unloading the luggage from the trunk.
Gordon stood still for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the vast estate.
The manicured gardens stretched elegantly around the villa, rows of blooming flowers swaying gently under the rain, their colors vivid even under the grey sky.
