Hirvan stepped into the Ashford mansion's grounds, his footsteps echoed on the stone path to the entrance hall, and his chest tightened with apprehension. He wasn't sure what awaited him there.
'Maybe he stood there with a pitchfork and a hellhound?!'
Hirvan chuckled as his imagination ran wild.
As he reached the towering double front doors, he took a deep breath and rang the bell.
The chime echoed through the mansion, and as expected, the Butler opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Tian."
Hirvan greeted with a smile in his eyes despite the nerves creeping through him.
"Young master," The butler nodded with the practised precision of a man who had served the family for decades.