The room stretched out before Scarlett, easily over 3,000 square feet.


    It was at least 30 or 40 times bigger than the tiny storage room she had lived in


    for a year.


    The furnishings wereplete. There was a mounted TV, a plush recliner, a fullputer setup, a luxurious writing desk, an ergonomic lounge chair, and even fitness equipment.


    And there was an enormous Eurofian-style princess bed, draped in soft pink and white gauzy curtains.


    The mattress was covered in silky sheets and fluffy nkets, while the floor beneath wasyered with a thick, snow-white fur rug that looked ridiculously expensive.


    Scarlett couldn''t help but kick off her shoes and sink her toes into the soft carpet. Only then did she notice two additional doors tucked off to the side.


    She pushed them open one by one.


    One led to a sprawling bathroom, grander and more luxurious than Lily''s. In the center sat a massive soaking tub, easilyrge enough to fit three people.


    The second door opened into a walk-in closet, extending at least 30 feet deep. Both sides were lined with empty, open wardrobes, waiting to be filled.


    Everything about the ce was so extravagant, it was almost surreal.


    After wandering around for a bit, Scarlett gradually calmed herself down.


    Well, if someone wanted to offer her such a nice ce to live, she would be a fool to say no.


    At least the Stroud family wasn''t like the Quinn family, who treated her like a gold- digger the moment she stepped through the door.


    On the other hand, the Stroud family seemed to trust her without reservation.


    Since it was still early, she turned on theputer and nned to search for some Elite Math papers.


    Maybe it was just her imagination, but theputer here somehow seemed to pull up resources that were moreplete and urate than any she''d ever used before.


    After working through a few problems, Scarlett''s stomach started growling.


    She remembered she had a takeout meal she''d brought in earlier and quickly headed to the living room to find it.


    Sure enough, the food was still there.


    A maid approached her with a warm smile.


    "Ms. Quinn, this must be the food you brought in, right? Are you hungry? I can have the chef heat it up for you," she offered kindly.


    Scarlett nodded as she replied, "Yes, please. Thank you so much."


    The maid beamed even brighter. It was the first time anyone had ever thanked her so sincerely in this house.


    Although she didn''t know exactly


    who Scarlett was, being someone Xavier personally weed was more than enough to earn her respect.


    She couldn''t help but feel a growing fondness for Scarlett.


    The maid picked up the takeout bag and led Scarlett toward the kitchen.


    As they walked, they chatted lightly, and Scarlett learned that the maid''sst name was Collins.


    Jane Collins had worked here for


    over 20 years, following in the


    footsteps of her parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents.


    Her children would eventuallye to work here too.


    Those


    worked here were


    us of a long line of fam


    with the role


    from generation to genown


    Scarlett found it unbelievable. Even bing a maid required a legacy? This ce truly felt less like a mansion and more like a private empire. When they reached the kitchen, Scarlett was once again stunned into silence.


    Jane exined that there was only one kitchen in the building. In other words, each building had its own kitchen.


    The space was vast and breathtaking, so refined it could rival the royal kitchens.


    Two chefs were already busy inside, artfully ting several dishes.


    Scarlett asked curiously, "Is someone else having dinner thiste?"


    Jane smiled. "They''re preparing ate supper for Mr. Xavier, Mr. Percy, and you, Ms. Quinn."


    Scarlett kept her face neutral but felt a trickle of sweat run down her back.


    She had assumed she''d be skipping dinner tonight. But clearly, the household had already anticipated everything.


    "Ms. Quinn, you have five dishes here," Jane said gently. "Would you like everything heated up, or just one or two items?"


    Scarlett flushed a little. "Just the beef stew, please. You can put the others in the fridge for tomorrow."


    Jane handed the food over to the chefs to prepare.


    One of the chefs nced at Scarlett, but said nothing and got to work.


    Scarlett made her way back to her bedroom. Before long, herte-night meal was brought in.


    It was a perfectly warmed beef stew, along with a bnced meal of two light side dishes, a hearty soup, and a small fruit tter.