Snowstorm Villa

Amid the snow-covered mountain roads,

a jeep with a spacious trunk crawled forward. Even with the windshield wipers running at full speed, the heavy snowfall still blocked half the driver's view.

A young woman with golden hair and blue eyes, barely over twenty, sat in the passenger seat.

Her long legs, muscular contours faintly concealed beneath fair skin, were pressed together and angled against the door. She stared at the pitch-black window, deep in thought.

The driver was a refined young man in a sharply tailored suit and rimless glasses. Specialty gifts from other states filled the back seat.

"Darling, I never expected it to snow this heavily... If it keeps up, we might not be able to leave after dinner."

The woman continued staring outside, her gaze resolute. "We're leaving as soon as we've eaten, no matter what!"

Soon, a French-style mansion standing at the foot of the snowy mountain came into view. As the vehicle entered the estate, they unexpectedly spotted police lights flashing at the mansion's entrance.

"Police?" The man behind the wheel looked surprised.

"That old bastard could do anything."

"Darling, let's get out and take a look."

The man, every inch a gentleman, got out first and held up an umbrella, intending to pick up the woman from the passenger seat.

But she got out ahead of him and walked into the mansion, completely ignoring the wind and snow.

Seeing this, the man hurried forward and brushed the snow from her body before she entered.

For some reason, when the snow melted in his palm, the man caught a faint fishy odor.

"Welcome home, Eldest Daughter!"

A line of maids had long been waiting at the mansion's entrance. At the very end stood a middle-aged woman who still retained some of her former charm, though