"The writer friends have arrived." Thomas Walton put down his teacup and stood up to greet them, full of energy and wearing a big smile, he walked straight out of the living room.
Trevor also stood up, looked out into the yard; his godfather is very hospitable, and with friends coming from afar, especially writers, the joy in his heart was imaginable.
Trevor ca back to his senses and spoke to a Filipino maid in English, "Quickly prepare the fruit plates and snacks, the dinner nu must strictly follow father’s instructions without any errors."
"Yes, Young Master, I will arrange it imdiately!" The maid quickly turned around and left.
The estate was bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, the majestic natural pool, the library with over a hundred thousand books, Mr. Walton’s private studio...
The furniture, carpets, and decorations indoors were all unique.
Outside in the yard, Jocelyn Morgan stepped out of the car with several elders, stunned by the surroundings!
The estate is so beautiful! Like a painting.
The environnt here is elegant, living in such a place to create, the inspiration must be great, right?
No wonder you could win a Nobel Prize.
As for her, being so young, all she felt was pure admiration.
Retracting her gaze from afar, Jocelyn imdiately saw the Lamborghini parked ahead, she didn’t catch the license plate, but rembered the model.
It’s a Lamborghini.
She thought, are people here all this wealthy?
Before, she only wrote about luxury cars in novels; today she saw two in a row, even sat in one.
If there was a romantic encounter in Aeridia, maybe she could marry into wealth?
"Hello, Teacher Walton!"
"Hello, Chairman Walton!"
"You’ve co from afar, it must have been tiring, please co in." Thomas Walton offered his hand proactively, "Director Lowe, is the event location far from here this ti? Why not all stay here?"
"No, no, you’re very kind." Director Lowe felt greatly honored, despite being old friends, "There are nearly a hundred writers who ca over this ti; I just brought a few friends by to see you."
"Thank you for your effort. Is this young lady also a writer?" Thomas Walton noticed Jocelyn Morgan, as she was the youngest among them.
"Hello, Teacher Walton." Jocelyn smiled, "I just enjoy writing and have been persistent all along, I dare not call myself a writer, it’s an honor to et you, may I take a photo with you later?"
"Of course you can." Thomas Walton was very kind, thinking the young lady’s eyes were very spirited.
Everyone made their way towards the castle, Director Lowe added in introduction, "Jocelyn is actually quite remarkable, she’s a celebrity in our association, several of her books have been made into TV series with very good ratings."
"So excellent?" Thomas Walton’s eyes shone with surprise, he couldn’t help but look at her again, "Keep writing, future Nobel laureate."
Jocelyn Morgan smiled bashfully, that was a height she could hardly reach; how could she be worthy of the word "excellent"?
As everyone chatted, they walked into the living room.
Stand by the sofa was Trevor, as Jocelyn entered the room, their gazes t.
Jocelyn halted, her eyes widened, extrely shocked!!
Trevor was tall, his expression was calm, his deanor was serene and distant, standing under the crystal chandeliers, he exuded an aloof and reserved noble temperant.
Thomas Walton was about to introduce, following Trevor’s gaze, his sight landed on the young lady again, "Trevor, do you know her?"
Jocelyn quickly stepped forward a few steps, "Trevor, why are you here too?" she was very surprised.
Trevor also returned to his senses, the corner of his lips curled faintly, deliberately saying, "Because this is my ho."
Jocelyn was even more shocked!
She glanced around again and looked at him, a billionaire??
However, the temperant he carried certainly fitted, which was no big deal.
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