The moment the two butlers opened the massive double doors of Shen Wang's ostentatious manor—no, wait… was it a castle? A palace? Perhaps a privately owned, tastefully overpriced cult headquarters? Whatever form of egomaniacal empire Shen had constructed inside his ridiculously oversized hacienda, one thing was clear: this was not just a house. This was a declaration. A declaration that screamed, "I am rich, I am important, and yes, I do bathe in imported glacier water filtered through diamonds—why do you ask?"
Ava Summers barely had time to recover from the doors creaking open with the dramatics of a Broadway curtain call when Shen's voice echoed through the sprawling marbled foyer.
