Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Torres family’s mansion was located in the east of the city, while Dream Villa was located in the west of the city, not far from the western suburbs.

At that time, Lauren had bought this place to build a residential area and a holiday resort because of its beautiful scenery.

Disregarding everything else, Lauren’s business sense was very good. When the west of the city was first developed, people had no interest in this place at all. It was far from the city center, and there were mountains and rivers everywhere. Moreover, people back then only wanted to build factories and start companies.

When they discovered the value of this piece of land, they realized this entire piece of land on the west side of the city had long been contracted by someone.

In just three short years, it had developed so well that it made those people’s eyes turn red with envy.

By the time they returned to Dream Villa, it was already evening.

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To the south of this Dream Villa was the Dream Mountain. When Lauren first bought this piece of land, she had specifically instructed them to plant cherry trees on the Dream Mountain. Once the warm spring arrived in March, the trees would be covered in pink and white cherry blossoms, and it would definitely attract many guests to come and admire it.

To the north was the Crystal Lake. The scenery was unique and beautiful.

When they got off the car, the sun was about to set. The lawn was filled with guests exclaiming about the beautiful sunset scene.

The Dream Villa was not big. As it wanted to preserve the surrounding landscape and greenery to the greatest extent, the area used for construction was not large. The entire Villa was divided into a few areas. There were only twelve rooms available.

However, everyone knew that there were actually thirteen rooms in the Villa. The thirteenth room was never open to the public, so the guests could only observe it.

Someone had offered a price of three hundred thousand dollars for a night, but they were still unable to move in.

“Miss Torres, what are we doing here? This place is very expensive to stay in. Besides, even if we have money, we have to make an appointment in advance to move in.”

Lauren shook her head. “Don’t worry, Mr. Carson. I have my own plan.”

She took Ben’s phone and called someone.

“Hello, is this Mr. Scott Kennedy?”

“Yes, it’s me. I’m at the door now.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Lauren returned the phone to Ben.

“So Miss Torres knows the manager of the Dream Villa. You sure have a lot of connections. But this place is full. No matter how many connections we have, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

When Ben was at the Torres family’s residence, he once heard the wives of various families discuss it at a banquet. They said that the appointment for Dream Villa had already been queued up for a year. It was useless to look for any connections. No matter how rich one was, they still had to obediently queue up.

Lauren only smiled without saying a word. Her dimples were shallow, and her black hair hung loosely behind her back.

Normally, it was hard to tell, but once Lauren quieted down, she was like a young lady. She was quiet and natural, blending in with the beautiful scenery around her.

Ben had never seen this kind of temperament on any other rich young lady.

In less than a minute, a tall man in a suit brought a dozen waiters through the antique corridor and walked quickly toward them.

From the looks of it, it seemed like they were about to take off. Even if the waiters behind them were wearing high heels, they could still participate in the 100-meter race.

The man in the lead was the manager, Mr. Kennedy. Ben saw that there was a badge hanging on his shirt. His name was Scott Kennedy.

The waiters behind him automatically stood in two rows, as if they were welcoming guests. When Scott saw Lauren, his eyes lit up.

A man who was about 1.8 meters tall and looked to be in his thirties actually bowed to Lauren first. The waiters behind Scott also followed him and bowed. Their actions were very precise.

Ben was so frightened that he took half a step back.

The first sentence that Scott said raised Ben’s level of shock by a few levels.

“Boss, I’ve finally met you!”

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Boss? What the hell? Who was he calling?

The two rows of waiters behind him also called out “Boss”.

Some of the guests on the lawn had already been attracted by the commotion over here. They were worried that it would attract attention, so a group of people rushed into the Villa.

Ben followed closely behind this group of people. He watched Scott, who was in front of him, bending over and talking to Lauren. He could not quite hear what he said, but he heard unfamiliar words like business profits.

Lauren walked at the front. Her steps were small, and Scott was four or five steps ahead of her. However, he followed Lauren’s steps and walked in small steps. It looked a little comical.

With her hands behind her back, Lauren walked slowly like an old cadre on an inspection tour. Behind her was a group of people.

The residential area of the Dream Villa was divided into two parts.

One theme was about the mountain, and the other was the lake. Guests could make appointments according to their own preferences.