Bab 174: Chapter 168: The Middleman

Drip, drip, drip—the Motorola on the passenger seat timely drew Dean's attention.

"Dean, look at the second floor, on the left," Durell's voice came through right after the call connected.

Rolling down the window, Durell, wearing a white loose-fitting shirt, was waving at him.

Well, the villa here was even bigger than Dean had imagined.

He parked the car by the lawn and before Dean could approach, the gate not far away opened automatically.

Wow, fully automated facilities. Dean looked up to see Durell on the balcony, holding a remote control and smiling at him.

With a shrug, Dean was soon led by the servant into the massive villa that undulated with the terrain.

Just like its name, Pacific Heights sat atop an east-west oriented ridge.

The community's average elevation was around one hundred meters, ensuring that the villa owners could enjoy a broad and unobstructed view.