Chapitre 589: The story of happiness Part II

“Mr. Blanche. Mr. Durmish has already ordered me. He's waiting for you on the wind terrace,” the staff said. But I didn't know where the wind terrace he was talking about was. It looked like he could read my expression, so he managed to take me to the elevator inside, then pressed the twelfth floor before smiling and walking away.

The glass elevator took me upstairs. The inner structure of the glass lighthouse was silver steel combined with cement. A few seconds later, the elevator opened. I stepped out of the elevator to find a wide hall as large as the size of two trucks. This room had a white tone and unpolished cement. The floor was paved with black granite. On both sides of the corridor were modern silver armchairs arranged in a line.