"I actually thought of giving you the whole business district around the Willard Manor, too. Now, go to the manor and ask your sister to arrange the handover procedure for you. What his father said was quite a shock to Trevor. He had finally realized that his family was rich. However, he did not know how rich they were. To his surprise, he was far richer than he had imagined. The business district around the Willard Manor was the most luxurious place in Jork. Many high-end hotels and clubs were built there. It was no exaggeration that an inch of land there was worth an inch of gold. But, his father just said that those properties belonged to their family. Trevor bit the tip of his tongue to calm himself down. All of a sudden, something occurred to him. "Wait. Dad, isn't my sister working in another city?". "Ha-ha! You silly boy. How do you think we can rest assured that you are left living in poverty alone in Jork?. Do you remember the richest woman in Jork, the one who owns the Sanderson Profumeria, which is worth at least five hundred billion dollars?. You used to joke about her being your sister. Well, you're right. That woman is indeed your sister. She has been in Jork the whole time and ke eping an eye on you," . the man on the oth er end of the line said while lauging

But then, he suddenly tu rned serious. "Trevor, you have to remember that we raised you in po verty not only because we wanted you to experience hard ships but because we wanted you to retain your virtues. Anyway, I 've said too much. Go to the manor n ow. Your sister is waiting for you. "Oka y, D ad. Trevor ended the c all as soon as he finished speaking. He was glad that his father wa s strict with him regardless o f whether he was rich or poor. Once he calmed down , he took a taxi to the Willard Manor. Trevor was a lit tle curious about his destination. This was the first time he would see the most popula r place in Jork, after all. There was a pool of crystal clea r water constantly flowing in the fountain behind the tall and whi . te arched door. The lush trees danced gr acefully in the wind . Houses decorated with red bricks and gr een tiles were scattered among the tree s, and they made the place look elegant. Outside the manor was a luxuriou s reception hall. Only through th e hall could one enter the manor. Trevor was so fascinated by the scenery in front of him that he mindlessly went into the manor. "Sir, please st op. This is pri vate property. The receptionist at the entrance, who was dressed in a skimpy uniform, black stockings, a short skirt, and high heels, stopped Trevor from taking another step. She stared at him disdainful ly and did not even bother t o ask why he had come there

The people who were allow ed to enter the Willard M anor were all dignitaries. Their clothes were never shabby, which led her to think that Tre vor did not belong to the place. His clothes were wort h no more than a hund red dollars in total. The receptionist figured that he mu st have come here to take pictures t o post online to satisfy his vanity. "I. I came here f or Evie Sanderson," Trevor said timidly. "I'm sorry, sir. But you nee d to book an appointment firs t before entering the manor," . the recept ionist cold ly replied. At that moment, a young man got out of a Tesla car not far away and walked to wards them with a bouquet in his hands. He glanced at Trevor and s coffed, "Why is there a be ggar here? Drive him away!" . The moment the receptionist saw the man, her eyes lit up, and her attitude completely changed. "Mr. Cairon, it's nice to see you again. I'll just call th e security to deal with him. Her attitude toward the man was warm an d friendly, and she seemed as though sh e wanted to throw herself into his arms. "S ur e. The man, Henson Cairon, laughed smu gly and suddenly grabbed the recept ionist's boob, which made her moan. Henson then raised his eyebrows at Trevor arrogantly as though h e were flaunting his capability. With that, he turned to the receptionist and as ked, "Is Miss Sanderson in the manor today? Wel l, I came here to confess my feelings for her