After saving the person who had jumped from the building to commit suicide, he sat in the night breeze, lost in thoughts as he gazed up at the night sky.
Fang Ran ultimately did not go to the restaurant where dinner had been reserved. Instead, he simply sat on the edge of that rooftop overlooking the bustling lights of Houston.
Letting that scene become the full stop to his departure from this city of energy.
Just like the melancholy he had felt when leaving Minneapolis that time.
When the plane once again descended through the sea of clouds beneath the night, returning to that vast and luxurious Imperial Manor.
Past the enormous fountain and broad steps, he entered the colossal front doors befitting the estate's scale with the bearing and status of the highest class.
"Welcome back, Your Excellencies."
A chorus of perfectly synchronized voices rang out. The maid butlers bowed with lowered eyes, every movement and expression immaculate. Even without prior preparations for his return.
More than a dozen servants stood on both sides of the magnificent crimson-and-gold entrance hall to welcome them.
Already accustomed to such a sight, Adeline merely looked at Fang Ran beside her the moment they entered and spoke coolly.
"The mistress knows that you have returned, Young Master. Please come with me."
Following her through the lengthy and intricate corridors within the massive estate, he finally arrived before a towering door six or seven meters high.
Watching Adeline complete a series of rigorous authentications, he pushed open the door at her signal and entered.
He stepped into a gilded elevator leading underground.
Then Fang Ran saw a vast space that could only be described as a "royal exhibition hall."
Brilliant light, an extravagant dome, elegant walls over ten meters high—it resembled the entrance to