Chapter 485
Chapter 485:
The estate itself was shrouded in shadows, its interior dimly lit, casting the villa in an aura of old-world mystique.
Colorful strings of lights crisscrossed the courtyard, their gaudy brilliance providing a lively contrast to the subdued backdrop. The ground was a mosaic of colorful debris—fragments of balloons and streamers—a testament to a recent lavish celebration.
Approaching the entrance, Fernanda’s eyes were drawn to three banners illuminated under the streetlight.
One declared, “Wishing Mr. Reed eternal youth and charm!”
Another proclaimed, “May the dashing Mr. Reed stay forever young!” And the third banner read, “Happy Birthday, Curran!” Fernanda took in the scene.
This was not at all what she had envisioned.
It wasn’t merely different; it felt like another world entirely.
She couldn’t help but feel that the whole setup was unexpectedly quirky, almost surreal in its festive peculiarity.
Bobby remained indifferent to the setting around him—it was all too familiar. He held the large villa door open for Fernanda, gesturing for her to step inside first.
The path from the gate to the villa was paved with smooth bluestone, its surface spotless. The sharp, rhythmic clicks of Fernanda’s high heels echoed in the stillness.
The courtyard was softly illuminated by a few hanging lights, their warm glow creating a cozy contrast against the dim exterior. As Bobby pushed open the villa’s heavy door, the lively sounds of laughter and animated conversation spilled out, filling the evening air. Inside, the brightly lit room was a stark contrast to the courtyard. Crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant glow over furniture that gleamed with understated elegance. The expansive walls were adorned with classic paintings, radiating timeless sophistication.
Fernanda’s eyes lingered on one landscape painting in particular—it was hers.
She had seen her other painting before, hanging in Cristian’s house, but she had never mentioned it was her work. Finding one of her paintings here was unexpected.
She quickly averted her gaze, keeping her expression composed.
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To the left of the entrance was a spacious living room, arranged with luxurious sofas. A group of people lounged there, their earlier laughter now replaced by a collective silence as they turned to look at Fernanda. She felt their scrutiny—some curious, some impressed, some admiring, and others dismissive.
Bobby stepped slightly forward, positioning himself between Fernanda and the crowd, shielding her from their piercing gazes.
Among the group, Fernanda recognized two familiar faces—Haley and Julio.
The center of attention, however, was an elderly man seated on a grand sofa. His dark red jacket complemented his gray hair, and the round glasses perched on his nose lent him an air of kindness. Everything about him—from his posture to his warm expression—spoke of affluence and authority.
Fernanda guessed he must be the birthday man, Curran.
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