Chapter 10

The estate was massive, with an equally sprawling yard—a place you could almost call a small manor.

Usually, guests would arrive by car, but since the driver was on vacation, like most of the staff, I wasn’t about to drive out and pick them up. Enoch and Vivianne, after rushing from the airport, didn’t even stop to eat. Now, they were left hungry, thirsty, and stuck waiting at the gate.

When the gates finally opened, they had no choice but to walk the long path inside on foot.

"This place is enormous," Vivianne said, awe and envy flickering in her eyes.

"When we get married, I’ll buy you something just as big," Enoch boasted, trying to impress her.

"That must be really expensive," Vivianne said sweetly. "But honestly, I don’t need all that. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy no matter where we live."

Her words, dripping with reliance and affection, inflated Enoch's ego.

"Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a few mansions so you can pick and choose!" he declared grandly.

But as they neared the main door, Enoch’s confidence began to waver. He’d always respected Chris, his adoptive father, ever since he’d seen how the man dealt with insubordination.

As a child, Enoch didn’t care much about Chris, but as he grew older, witnessing how Chris handled difficult situations made him more cautious around the man. Still, Chris rarely got involved in family matters, and that was part of the reason Enoch dared to run off before the wedding. He was certain Chris wouldn’t bother getting involved in something so petty.

After all, as the heir to Westfield Corporation, Chris couldn’t treat him like anyone else.

With that thought, Enoch psyched himself up.

"Hey, Dad," he said, pushing the door open, only to be greeted by a surprise.

It wasn’t Chris at the door—it was me, Laurel Henderson, smiling warmly at him.

"Hello there~"