However, ten minutes later, after Yancy Hastings received the message, he visibly froze. After a lengthy hesitation, he decided to phone Maxwell Peary with the news. Maxwell Peary was back in the hotel at that time. The scent of lavender pervaded his room, causing him to furrow his brow in discomfort. However, after hearing the words over the phone, his frown deepened. Even with a hundred guesses, he probably never would have imagined it was him. "Go there now and bring Nia Mitchell back. I won’t be able to return until tomorrow morning." "Sure, you carry on." 「Thirty minutes later—」 After a silent journey, the high-end Rolls-Royce finally came to a stop. Two unfamiliar men in black disembarked and opened the car door for Nia Mitchell. "Miss Mitchell, please." Nia Mitchell took a deep breath and gathered her courage to get out of the car. Before her was a vast, antique Mansion Courtyard, exuding charm and an old-world atmosphere. The Grand Gate slowly opened, revealing a spacious path flanked by two rows of expensive flowers that bloomed with exceptional vibrancy in the early summer season. "Miss Mitchell, please." The two men in black saw her astonishment, and a flicker of contempt crossed their faces. They couldn’t understand how Young Master Peary could fall for such an unpresentable woman. Nia Mitchell paused, bit her lip, and walked forward. Where on earth was this place? How could it be this luxurious? This mansion must be several times larger than the entire Royal Bay Villa complex! Following the two men through an ornate, winding corridor, Nia Mitchell reached a towering inner gate. As the door opened, a butler, about forty years old and dressed in a silver suit, emerged. "Miss Mitchell, please. Our master has been expecting you for a long time," he said. Nia Mitchell halted, her expression wary. "Surely, I have the right to know who this master is," she said calmly, standing her ground. The two men in black were stunned, clearly taken aback. This was a completely different reaction than they’d expected! The butler didn’t try to keep her in suspense. After all, even if he didn’t tell her, Nia Mitchell would find out soon enough. "Our master’s surname is Peary. He is Young Master Peary’s father." Nia Mitchell’s brows furrowed instantly. Ever since hearing the story from the CEO, she had formed a negative impression of Samuel Peary. She hadn’t expected him to use such methods to ’invite’ her over. "What does he want with me?" Nia Mitchell bit her lip. She really didn’t want to see him. His mother was such a wonderful person; how could he... how could he bear to betray her? "You will find out after you meet our master. How would I know his thoughts?" The butler smiled and ushered her inside. Upon entering, she was greeted by the antique decor; even the air seemed to carry the scent of sandalwood. The style of decoration and the displayed ornaments were all reminiscent of an ancient, affluent family. "This is an Ancestral Property, right?" Nia Mitchell was amazed. She had never witnessed such a scene before. Even the grand clans depicted in TV dramas couldn’t compare in the slightest to what was before her. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 The butler nodded in agreement. Indeed, it was an Ancestral Property. The Peary Clan had consisted of prominent figures in high society for generations, and their wealth was an open secret among the upper class. Nia Mitchell inwardly sighed. No wonder that in this world, the rich only get richer and the poor only get poorer. The enormous hall, grand and opulent, seemed to stretch endlessly. As Nia Mitchell followed the butler, she saw a middle-aged woman approaching them.