"Your house?" Memoria glanced through the door at the building and squinted. "Master, you really are a tycoon. If I ever don't have a place to stay someday, I'll definitely come find you."
Ivana Bennett laughed and pushed open the car door, "You're welcome anytime."
By this time, everyone from the two cars behind had also gotten out. Looking at the villa in front, everyone curiously glanced at Ivana Bennett.
"Instructor, you wouldn't happen to be a second-generation rich, would you?"
"This house must be worth at least a few million, right?"
"What are you talking about? I know this place, it's 26,000 per square meter. This house must be at least 400 square meters. A few million? Add another zero, dear!"
...
Ivana Bennett clapped her hands to get everyone's attention, "Don't get me wrong, this isn't my house. I borrowed it from a friend. From now until tomorrow morning, everyone can do whatever they want."
Memoria knew he was hiding his identity and didn't reveal it.
