Chapter 60

The car rolled up to the most awe-inspiring mansion Cyrus had ever seen. It was nothing short of a palace, and while he'd always known Clair came from a rich family, this was on a level he had never imagined. The sight of such extravagance left him feeling small, almost demotivated. In his entire lifetime, he couldn't see himself ever reaching a point of such success and wealth.

Clair stepped out of the car, her movements fluid and nonchalant as though the grandeur around them was a daily occurrence. Cyrus followed her out, though this time he hesitated as he stood near the car, holding onto the door with mixed emotions.

"Aren't you coming?" Clair called out, already at the door of the mansion, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow.

He gave her a brief nod and closed the car door behind him, reluctantly heading into the house after her, clutching his bag tightly to his side. As soon as he stepped in, a maid approached him, offering to take his bag. He resisted,