"Evangeline, can I get the grand tour of your place?"

Remi’s eyes were sparkling with pure, unadulterated excitement as she scanned the room. "Your house is absolutely insane!"

"Sure, let’s take a walk. Honestly, there are parts of this place I haven't even stepped into yet."

"What? How are you resisting the urge?"

Evangeline chuckled, looking a bit sheepish. "If I don't have a reason to be there, I can't be bothered to wander around."

The two of them walked past the grand spiral staircase. The second floor was vast and luminous, lined with doors that looked identical from the outside, but each held a completely different world within.

First was the master suite, styled with a light, elegant aesthetic—deep, plush beanbag chairs, thick shaggy rugs, and decor that screamed a feminine touch.

Then, they entered the jewelry room. The scent of opulence hit them the moment they stepped inside. Every piece was displayed in a custom-fitted transparent case, lining the walls and shelves. Under the sunlight pouring through the windows, the room glittered with an almost blinding intensity.

Remi’s mouth hung open, her gaze darting wildly. "Evangeline, I think you have more jewels in here than an entire wing of a high-end department store."

Even Evangeline was taken aback. "I’ve never actually been in here. I knew it was for jewelry, but I had no idea it was this excessive."

"Evangeline, how are you so nonchalant about all this?"

"Haha, it’s not that I don't care. I just don't like wearing them. I just… enjoy owning them."

The next room hit them with the rich, unmistakable scent of high-grade leather. Countless designer bags were meticulously organized on floating shelves, every style and color imaginable. By this point, Remi’s capacity for shock had been pushed to its absolute limit; the rooms filled with racks of couture clothing and endless designer heels barely registered a blip on her radar.

"What’s this one?"

"No idea. Let’s check it out."

Evangeline pushed the heavy door open, and they were greeted by the deep, earthy aroma of antique wood. A massive wooden carving sat at the center of the room, drawing their breath away instantly.

It was a thousand-armed bodhisattva, standing nearly ten feet tall. The entire wall was a mosaic of layered, hand-carved arms, all crafted from golden nanmu wood. It looked as if the deity had been dipped in a layer of shimmering, holy light. The sheer weight of the atmosphere made them instinctive, holy-minded; they didn't dare crack jokes. They simply knelt on the cushions and paid their respects.

Two hours in, they hadn't even finished the first floor. Remi decided to cut it short, mindful that Evangeline was pregnant.

"Evangeline, I get why you don't wander around now. This place is massive!"

And that was just the Elysian Estate itself. If they tried to tour the surrounding gardens and the private landscape, their legs would have given out hours ago.

Dragging their exhausted feet back downstairs, they found Marcellus Alexander sitting in the lounge. He tilted his head, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips. "How was the tour?"

Remi could only muster one word: "Insane."

"Do you like it?" Marcellus asked.

"Who wouldn't?"

Marcellus didn't say anything else, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Evangeline’s ear.

"Oh, right," Evangeline said. "Marcellus, Remi and I are going to order a car tomorrow. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Why are you buying a car?"

"It’s a gift for the senior."

Marcellus fell silent for a moment before replying, "The garage is full of brand-new vehicles. Just pick one and take it."

Remi jumped in quickly, "We can't do that. It's a gift from the two of us. We can't just take one of yours."

"Fine. Go to the garage and pick whatever you want, then have someone transfer the market value to me."

Marcellus went back to sipping his tea, his posture radiating that signature "old money" nonchalance, as if the words *I am rich* were written in bold letters across his forehead.

Remi thought about it and finally agreed; at least it saved them the trouble of placing a custom order.

When the four of them arrived at the underground parking facility, Remi felt her worldview shatter once more. The garage spanned over 53,000 square feet, lined with rows of supercars from every luxury brand imaginable. At a glance, there had to be sixty or seventy vehicles, and that didn't even count the massive stacker-parking system. There were easily two hundred cars in total.

Remi started doing some frantic mental math, her face turning pale. "Two billion dollars?!"

The echo of her own gasp made her wince, and she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

"What price range were you looking at for this gift?" Marcellus asked.

Remi laughed awkwardly. "Why don't you just tell me what the cheapest one here costs?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't know? You don't look at the price tag when you buy cars?"

"I look at performance specs and the maximum degree of modification."

Remi felt her brain go numb. "Does that mean all of these are modified?"

"Not that section over there," Marcellus said, gesturing vaguely. "Take a look."

The air in the garage was a bit heavy. Since his pregnancy-related empathy, his sense of smell had become hyper-sensitive; the slightest hint of gasoline or exhaust made his stomach churn. He stepped outside to catch a breath of fresh air, trying to soothe his nausea.

"Marcellus."

Marcellus looked back, glancing at Damian Spencer. "What are you doing following me out here?"

"I need to discuss something with you."

"When have you ever been this polite?"

Damian wiped his nose and then broke into an irreverent, cheeky grin. "Fine, I’ll drop the act. That Eastside Development plot you have—could you hand it over to me?"

"What do you need it for?"

"I… I want to build a home for Remi."

Marcellus looked at him with genuine curiosity, as if he’d just heard something truly fascinating. "She agreed to it?"

"Not yet."

Damian’s eyes dimmed with a flicker of disappointment, but it passed in a heartbeat. He straightened his posture. "Even animals know to build a nest when they're courting. If I build something well enough, she’ll be moved eventually."

"Oh? If you have that kind of awareness, the path to winning her over won't be too long."

"So, are you going to give it to me?"

Marcellus chuckled. "That plot cost me 1.3 billion to secure."

"I’ll take it."

"You're a real big spender, Damian."

"It's a deal, then. Have the contract ready by tomorrow. I’ll come by to see you."

Back in the garage, Evangeline and Remi were busy scouring their phones for market prices.

"I was calculating based on ten million each, but look at this—this Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost. Do you know how much this is? One hundred and fifty million!" Remi slumped, waving her hands in defeat. "Forget it. I don't want to spend my entire life savings on a single gift."

"The car looks like an antique, and it's that expensive?"

"Exactly! Total guy aesthetic."

Clearly, there was nothing here they needed. Any desire to shop for a car had vanished.

"I have to say, Mr. Big Shot," Remi muttered, "compared to your garage full of masterpieces, the Bentley you drive every day looks positively pedestrian."

"It's better to be low-key."

Remi felt her composure slip, her mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"Marcellus, none of those are suitable for our mentor. They’re too expensive—we don't have that kind of cash, and he wouldn't accept something so extravagant anyway."

"What price range are you looking for? I'll have Preston Wright handle it."

Remi held up five fingers, trembling slightly. "Five… five million."

She had thought five million was a respectable number—enough to match their company's stature without looking desperate or flashy. But after seeing the elite fleet in this garage, she suddenly felt like five million was practically pocket change.

"Fine. Get it finalized tomorrow, and just have him sign a gift contract."

Damian Spencer walked over and pulled the still-dazed Remi toward him. "Alright, we're heading out. It's already dark."

"You should stay for dinner," Evangeline said, reaching out to hold Remi's hand, clearly reluctant to let her go.

Damian glanced at Marcellus, a smirk tugging at his lips. "We really shouldn't dine at the same table as him. The morning sickness might kill my appetite."

"Fair enough."

With a reason that made it impossible to argue, Evangeline had to say a reluctant goodbye to Remi.