CHAPTER-7

Isabel watched the palace-like mansion in front of her. The grandiose building in front of her took her breath away. The white marble under her feet was so clean that walking on it made her feel conscious. She could only imagine the time it would take to clean this floor and keep it like a shiny mirror.

Entering inside felt like she had come to a wrong place. A place like this should be made for a royals, noble person or family but here not only did she get to see it but invaded it. The servant led her to the luxurious living space.

The sofa she was sitting on was the most comfortable thing she ever sat on. It felt as if she was sitting on a feather. This much richness, this luxury, Isabel was witnessing all of this for the first time in her life. And watching all this she was sure that twenty-five millions were like twenty-five euros for Viso D'Angelo. The charities He made a year were more than the amount He spent on her. He could easily forget about the money if He wanted to but