"Mmmmnhaaah...," Liam yawned loudly as he stretched like a cat on the ultra-comfortable bed.
His arms extended above his head, his back arched just slightly, and the soft sheets rustled under him. The morning sun had already flooded into the room through the tall, automated windows, casting gentle rays across the cream-toned walls and accent pieces. The warmth made the entire scene feel more like a dream than reality.
He yawned again, rolling over and slowly pushing himself into a sitting position on the bed.
His gaze drifted toward the enormous window wall that overlooked the greenery of the vast front lawn. The sun hit the freshly trimmed field just right, highlighting the vibrant hues of the grass and distant topiary edges.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Even now, everything still felt surreal. But with each passing moment, he was slowly getting used to it. The World-Class Etiquette skill helped. It allowed him to naturally adapt—not just in how he spoke or moved—but in how he processed this new world around him.
He reached out and picked up his phone from the nightstand.
10:22 AM.
"I woke up late... I guess it can't be helped since it was until past midnight before I slept."
He placed the phone back and leaned into the plush headboard, his mind trailing back to the night before.
After finishing the meal delivered to him, he'd spent hours in the private home theater. The recliners were absurdly comfortable—almost more so than his bed. With surround sound perfectly tuned and an IMAX-like screen, the experience had pulled him in like a portal to another dimension.
He watched three movies back-to-back. Before he knew it, it was nearly 2 AM.
A nostalgic grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"There's still so much about this mansion I haven't even touched. I'll get to them all soon. For now... I should clean up. The clothes should be arriving soon," he muttered, sliding off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Almost half an hour later, Liam stepped out of the bathroom wearing a loose white T-shirt and navy cotton pants. His hair was still slightly damp, and his face was glowing from the warm water and skincare amenities he'd found there.
"What a bathroom experience," he said to himself, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.
The bathroom at the penthouse apartment had been impressive, but this... this was something else entirely. The sheer size, the amenities, the way the room seemed to respond to his presence with automatic drawers and water settings—everything made him feel like he was living a billionaire's dream.
Not like he wasn't.
He had spent the first ten minutes simply exploring the space, fascinated by it all.
After finishing, he'd stood in the center of his massive walk-in wardrobe—completely empty aside from the custom suit, his shoes, and the watch.
He glanced at the single hanger holding his outfit from the previous day.
"Aren't they here yet?"
As if on cue, the doorbell rang—a soft, melodious chime that echoed through the living room and gently into the rest of the mansion.
Liam's brows raised slightly. "Timing."
He turned and left his room, walking down the hallway toward the dual central stairs. The marble steps were cool under his feet as he made his way down to the expansive living room.
Once there, he approached the front door and tapped the small touchscreen panel mounted beside it. The security camera view popped up instantly, showing the front gate.
There stood Lana.
Liam blinked in faint surprise, but the moment passed quickly. He knew that she was here with the delivery.
He reached out and pressed the silver button beneath the screen. A faint mechanical click sounded outside as the gate smoothly slid open.
Liam opened the front door and waited.
A moment later, the sleek white Mercedes-Benz Sprinter Van, emblazoned with Dior's minimalist logo in black, glided quietly down the driveway. The vehicle was clean, polished, and clearly custom-outfitted for high-end home deliveries. The tires barely made a sound on the paved driveway.
As the van came to a gentle stop near the front steps, the passenger door opened, and Lana stepped out gracefully, followed by a young female assistant whom Liam instantly recognized—the same sales associate who had attended to him in the VIP client room yesterday.
The driver, a tall man in a crisp black uniform, also exited the van and walked around to the rear.
All three of them offered polite bows and greetings.
"Good morning, Mr. Liam," Lana said, keeping her tone professional but warm. "We've brought your items as promised."
Liam nodded with a small smile. "Perfect timing. Thank you."
"If I may ask," she continued, "where would you like us to arrange the items?"
Liam turned slightly and gestured toward the interior. "Yes. Come, I'll show you."
Lana nodded. Before following, she turned to the female sales associate. "Please start bringing the items inside. We'll arrange them in the wardrobe."
"Yes, Miss," the woman responded and moved to open the rear compartment.
Lana followed Liam into the house, and the moment she stepped into the foyer, her steps paused involuntarily.
She wasn't prepared. The grandeur of Bellemere Mansion's interior was unlike anything she'd expected.
The living room opened up like a modern palace—tall ceilings with ambient lighting, an elegant mix of classic and modern interior design, and a quiet harmony that only the most luxurious spaces had.
She composed herself quickly and continued walking behind Liam as he led her through the corridor and up the main staircase. His presence was calm, poised. He walked like someone born into this kind of world, and she found herself admiring his ability to wear everything calmly like a natural extension of himself, without making noise about it.
They entered his bedroom, and Liam casually pointed at the wardrobe.
"This way."
Lana walked in and gave a soft nod of approval. It was large, clean, and empty—just as expected. She turned and offered him a confirming glance.
"I'll bring them up."
With that, she returned to the front door, where the assistant had already started carrying several sleek Dior garment bags and branded storage boxes up the steps.
Together, they transported everything upstairs, careful not to scuff anything or leave a trace behind.
It took them a little over thirty minutes to fully complete the task. Every item was unboxed, unwrapped, and hung or arranged in the wardrobe to perfection.
The shirts were lined by color gradient, the pants folded and stacked with precision, shoes aligned on glass shelves, and belts displayed neatly.
Lana oversaw everything like a practiced stylist. She adjusted hangers, smoothed fabric, and made sure each item was positioned in a way that matched VVIP presentation standards.
After it was done, she turned to Liam and gave a small, graceful bow.
"All your items have been arranged, Mr. Liam. Thank you for trusting us with this delivery."
The assistant echoed her gratitude with a smaller nod.
Liam, who had observed them silently for most of the arrangement, noticed how Lana had kept things completely professional.
She called him by a title throughout and didn't make any unnecessary interaction with him. She didn't ask him anything, neither did she say anything that didn't relate to work.
He smiled. "Thank you both. Everything looks perfect."
They bowed one last time and excused themselves. Liam watched from the window of the living room as the delivery team walked back to the Sprinter, loaded the empty cases, and drove back down the long driveway. The gate closed quietly behind them.
He remained at the window for a moment before letting out a soft yawn and collapsing onto the living room couch.
"I'm starving again..."
He pulled out his phone and opened the app from the restaurant he ordered from last night. And he quickly placed his order.
While waiting for his food, he leaned back and relaxed into the cushions.
Finally, time to do what he hadn't done since he woke up.
"System, sign-in."