The grand double doors gave the impression that there was an enclosed space behind them. Yet when they swung open, what lay within was a highly typical European Garden, perhaps even with a touch of ancient Roman style.
In the center stood a circular fountain pool over twenty meters in diameter, shrouded in mist. Simulated sunlight streamed down, and the weather system had apparently been set to summer, completely contrary to the season outside. The temperature here was at least twenty-five degrees Celsius, and the humidity was heavy as well.
The scattered guests were deeply committed to their roles, each draped in loose, light robes. Some frolicked beside or within the fountain pool, soaking their clothes and exposing their bodies as though it were perfectly natural. Some had even rubbed themselves with essential oils, their skin gleaming slickly.
There were not many men present, but every woman had a figure no less exquisite than that of a top model. Skin like white cream, yellow jade, or black pearls shimmered against the garden scenery, making for a very pleasing sight indeed.
Ronan, however, was the one who ruined the scene.
His violent entrance had hit pause on the garden, yet he did not pause for a second. After entering, he went straight around the fountain pool and headed deeper into the garden. As he passed a beautiful woman standing dumbly by the pool like a statue, he casually said:
"Excuse me."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What is this supposed to mean?"
"Security! Where's security?"
Amid the furious shouts and startled cries of the men and women in the garden, Ronan strode forward. Two muscular men dressed as Roman Warriors, presumably security guards, charged at him with shouted warnings.
In the next instant, however, their world spun. The two