The dinner party lasted for over two hours, and by the time we got back, it was past nine o'clock. The house was quiet, with the lights softly glowing.
Juyan was not in the livingroom. A faint light filtered out from the study—he was probably still busy with company matters.
I sat in the little Porsche without getting out, rolling down the window to let the cold wind blow in, and gazed at this lavish, outrageously luxurious mansion.
Chapter 409