hapter 190 Welcome Home, Ms Nelson
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As Veronica had said, Leah had been born into a life that most people could only dream of, standing at the pinnacle of success from the moment she was born, a height others would spend their entire lives striving
for but never reach.
They pitied themselves, but even more so, they sympathized with Charmaine.
Everything Leah had now was originally meant to be Charmaine’s.
But sadly she simply wasn’t destined for that life.
With that contrast, they all felt a little better about themselves.
After packing up a pile of almost brand–new clothes at Leah’s, the group headed to their next destination.
As the sky darkened, the car slowly entered Eastlake, the largest and wealthiest neighborhood in Eragos.
The area, occupied by the most expensive real estate in the city, seemed almost mystical, vast, and mysterious, like a primeval forest. Everyone couldn’t help but stare, their eyes wide open, too mesmerized to blink. They eagerly pulled out their phones, recording videos.
“Oh my god, who would’ve thought my first time coming to Eastlake would be to visit a classmate’s house?”
“No wonder all the rich people retire here. D*mn it, it’s like walking into an ultra–luxury destination! Just the land beneath that tree probably costs hundreds of thousands!”
“Have you considered the possibility that the tree alone is worth millions?”
“Ugh, so this is what wealth smells like? It’s not rotten at all–it’s insanely sweet!”
Veronica, who had never been to Eastlake herself, heard their comments and sneered. “Tsk, if you’re so envious, just try harder. Maybe you can work at the Crosses as a maid someday.”
Everyone fell silent, understanding the sting in Veronica’s words without needing to say more.
Celeste, unable to hold back, nearly exploded. If Charmaine hadn’t been there to hold her back, she would’ve stormed over to confront Veronica.
“Veronica, can you not talk for once?”
“What, am I not allowed to speak the truth?”
Celeste scoffed. “Some people act all high and mighty, but deep down, they want nothing more than to be Mr. Emyr’s personal servant. Too bad Mr. Emyr doesn’t even look at them!”
Veronica clenched her fists and glared back ferociously.
Celeste, feeling victorious, stuck her tongue out playfully and returned to her seat.
Due to Charmaine’s calm indifference, Celeste smirked. “Veronica’s so jealous. When we get there, she’s going to be green with envy.”
Curiously, she leaned in and whispered, “Charmaine, is your room big?”
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Celeste nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I see. You’re staying with Mr. Emyr, aren’t you? That’s settled. Veronica’s probably going to be so jealous tonight–no, I bet she won’t sleep at all this whole month.”
Charmaine had no words.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Celeste had installed surveillance cameras in the house–how else could she know all this so accurately?
Ten minutes later, the minibus finally arrived at the Cross Residence and slowly approached the vast complex.
Inside the car, the group gazed at the sprawling villas set amid a meticulously crafted artificial landscape. In the distance, they could see maids, servants, and bodyguards dressed in uniform, marching in perfect formation. Their jaws fell in astonishment.
“Wait… Is this really the Crosses? Are you sure it’s not some luxury resort or villa complex?”
“There are so many servants here; they could form a mid–scale company! Just the cost of employing them would be enough to last me a lifetime!”
“Look at this garden–it looks like a resort! Just maintaining it would be enough to feed us for 800 years!”
“I get it now. We’re just insignificant specks in this world.”
Even Celeste, who prided herself on her worldly knowledge, felt as though her entire worldview had been shaken.
“Good lord, there are so many villas here. How do we even explore all of this?”
Meanwhile, Veronica remained silent, her eyes reflecting the endless luxurious expanse that symbolized unreachable power and wealth. Her heart raced faster and faster as she stared at it all.
This place belonged entirely to Emyr.
Once she became the lady of the Crosses, everything here–everything that countless women longed for but could never have–would be hers.
Gradually, the shock in her eyes turned into a deep, insatiable greed, mixed with a fierce, unwavering determination to claim it all.
Charmaine, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a twitch in her eyelid when she saw the formation.
Is there a mission or event today?
Why is Alfred bringing so many people with him?
As she thought about this, the minibus finally came to a stop.
The group exited one by one, still in a daze from the shock.
Alfred, with a cheerful smile, led a group of servants toward them, all of them speaking in unison, their voices ringing out across the entire estate. “Welcome home, Ms. Nelson!”
