"I can't tell you how grateful we are that you're willing to help, Professor," Mark pled earnestly. "If you won't accept any payment, we'd feel as if we're taking advantage of your kindness. Please, take something more to make us feel better."
Paying her more than necessary?
"Fine," Rosemary relented with a sly smile. "I'll decide how much later."
Rosemary didn't specify how much, but this reassured Mark. He believed that Old Mrs. Griffith was going to be saved!
Half an hour later.
They arrived at a grand and beautiful mansion.
The mansion was a combination of a dozen buildings, surrounded by a sapphire-blue lake, vast lawns, and an inviting swimming pool.
There was even a helipad.
Just standing at the entrance, one could sense the extraordinary wealth and status of the owner.
This was no ordinary rich family.
The owner of such a mansion must hold a high position in society.
Six butlers in uniform greeted Rosemary at the entrance with well-trained courtesy and respect.
