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    “This way, please,” said Emma, guiding Ernest down the corridor toward the guestroom.


    “Go ahead and getfortable. I’ll drop byter,” she said.


    “Much obliged,” he replied with quiet warmth.


    At that moment, two luxury cars—a Rolls-Royce followed closely by a Bugatti—rolled up to the grand entrance. The vehicles came to a smooth halt, and the chauffeur swiftly stepped forward to open the door.


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    Savannah was the first to emerge. Turning, she extended her hand toward the car. “Elissa, we’ve arrived.”


    Elissa epted her mother’s hand and stepped out carefully, her gaze wandering over the grand estate with curious fascination.


    “Do you like it here?” Savannah asked gently.


    Elissa gave a small nod. “Yes, I like it here.”


    Savannah’s expression softened with satisfaction. She had been right to bring her daughter along. Staying indoors all day would have done her no good.


    From the car behind, Neville hurried forward to join them.


    “You’ll enjoy it even more once we get to the hot springs. The water here is famous for its healing properties. A good soak does wonders for the body,” Neville said with a smile.


    William hadn’te along this time—school kept him upied—so it was only the three of them on this trip.


    “Are you feeling tired from the ride?” Savannah asked as she linked arms with her daughter. “No need to rush. Let’s get to our room and rest a bit. We have a few days to unwind and make the most of this ce.”


    As dusk fell, the whole venue glowed brightly, inside and out, as though it were broad daylight.


    Though the official banquet would be tomorrow, the dining hall had already been arranged with the elegance and splendor of a grand celebration.


    Ernest had just finished changing into a fresh suit. After a quick nce at his watch, he reached for his coat, ready to leave, when a knock sounded at the door.


    He took the coat from the sofa, stood, and opened it.


    “Mr. Flynn,” Emma greeted warmly, her smile radiant. “Dinner will begin soon, and I’vee to escort you.”


    “There’s really no need for that, Miss Carrillo. I can find my way there,” Ernest replied with polite restraint. “I can go there on my own.”


    Emma made an inviting gesture. “Oh, but I insist. You’re our guest, after all. It wouldn’t be right to let you take care of yourself. I’ll take you.”


    “Alright then. Thank you,” Ernest said, giving a courteous nod as he followed her.


    The dining hall was housed in another wing of the estate, separated by a sprawling garden.


    The air was rich with the scent of blossoms, petals stirring gently under the cool evening breeze.


    “How lovely this is!” Emma said with delight, her eyes sweeping over the glowing garden.


    “It is,” Ernest replied simply.


    He had always been a man of few words, and moments like these often left him uncertain of what else to say.


    Upon catching the brief silence, Emma’s smile faltered for a heartbeat. Yet, recalling her father’s remark about Ernest’s reserved nature, she let the quiet linger without taking offense.


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