After meeting up with Jackson and Tiffany, the four of them chatted for a bit before splitting up into groups of their own. It was a given that the men would begin talking about business and money, while the dullness would inevitably bore the women.
It was said that the owner of this luxurious estate was a powerful magnate who had built a sprawling business empire within the country and outside of it. As a result, many would trip over themselves to flatter him and get into his good graces. The reason why Mark and Jackson were here, however, was simply because they were old friends with this magnate, whom they had partnered with several times in many different ventures.
Tiffany, standing in the estate’s courtyard, where a large swimming pool sprawled before her eyes, exclaimed, “Holy Mother Mary, this guy’s as rich as Scrooge McDuck! He built this grand, pompous place despite not staying here too often! I mean, the fees for these renovations must have been as much as the cost of the estate itself! It’s a bit too high rolling for me, man. Even this swimming pool is a little too large in my opinion!”
Arianne chuckled, “Welcome to the world of the rich, I guess. It depends on the way you want to live. You could live just as extravagantly too if you wished.”
Just then, a group of three middle-aged women approached Arianne and Tiffany, wine glasses in hand.
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