"Good morning, everyone," he bowed slightly, his tone detached and professional, "may I ask... are you the guests who have made an appointment to view the house?"

Edmond's heart tightened, and he quickly forced a smile and nodded, "Yes, yes, we came to see the house... uh, this is the one listed for sale, right? Are you the landlord?"

The agent raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, but his eyes unconsciously carried a hint of indifference.

"Sir, you must be joking. How could guests who reside here have time to personally show people around?"

"Uh, I see."

Edmond's face instantly flushed an unnatural crimson, and he was about to explain when Lumier, standing behind him, timely stepped forward, calmly taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it to the tuxedo-wearing agent.

The agent glanced down at it, his expression suddenly froze, as if he had been struck by the Petrification Technique, his gaze entirely glued to the dazzling and noble Purple Moon Badge.

No mistake—

This is the Colin family crest!

He had seen it in the newspaper this morning, and more than once before!

In just an instant, his expression transformed as if by magic, blooming with unprecedented eagerness and enthusiasm.

"So you're guests of the Colin Family! My apologies, my apologies! I thought I had mistaken you just now..."

He quickly and cautiously tucked the business card into his chest pocket, bowing respectfully.

"Please forgive my rudeness... gentlemen, please come inside!"

Speaking, he hurriedly took out the keys, opened the villa's door, and made way.

The meticulous care plastered across his face seemed as if the previous indifference never existed.

Lumier did not concern himself with a small figure, instead casting his gaze toward Edmond.

The latter quickly came to his senses, picked up his solemn and serious expression, and elbowed his wife... as if the embarrassment was hers just now.

"Let's go, time to go!"

Instantly after speaking, Edmond regretted it, fearing the tigress might turn hostile due to his unconscious rigid tone, ultimately embarrassing the Colin family.

Contrary to his expectations, Anna, who usually fussed over every detail, said nothing, remaining as quiet as a lamb.

She gently murmured a soft "hmm" and leaned against his back, like a demure lady-in-waiting.

This... what's going on?

Who adjusted his wife to be like this?

Edmond opened his mouth wide in amazement, looking at his wife who suddenly looked more than ten years younger... as if she had reverted to when they first met, feeling momentarily unfamiliar.

"Is there something on my face?" Anna slightly furrowed her brow and reached into her bag for a mirror.

The furrowed brow instantly brought back lost memories for Edmond, confirming definitively the woman beside him was indeed his wife.

Not wanting extra trouble, he quickly spoke.

"No, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something. We should quickly catch up with Colin—oh no, Mr. Lumier."

...

The group filed in, passing through the villa's front yard stone path to the main building.

This was a three-story villa, with the same number of levels as those on Loyalty Street, yet its space was beyond comparison.

Not only so.

Though no one lived here, servants continuously cleaned, leaving spotless floors that reflected light streaming through the windows like mirrors.

In the instant upon stepping into the hall, the Dantes family immediately felt an elegance and comfort distinct from the outside world.

The agent spared no effort with flattery and enthusiasm, guiding them through the house like a Minstrel in a tavern, tirelessly highlighting features.

More than that, he praised every brick and tile to the skies, subtly suggesting throughout that everything here was a perfect match for them, almost custom-made for them!

"There are two living rooms on the first floor, one for family enjoyment, the other for entertaining guests, a smaller cozy one and a larger grand one, boasting excellent lighting! Look, the fireplace is made of premium white marble, cold winter won't be a worry..." Around the corner was a study perfect for tranquil reading.

"The owner has shared that he loves to read here for an hour before bed, while sipping on a glass of wine from the Ryan Kingdom vineyard, vintage Holy Calendar year 970, as it aids his thought process."

Wine can actually aid thinking?

Edmond was astonished, sneaking a glance at his wife.

Seeing she wasn't frowning, he secretly delighted in memorizing this useless knowledge, though he'd forgotten entirely the wine's year and origin.

Anna hadn't heard what the agent said to her husband earlier; she was wholly captivated by the almost surreal surroundings.

Reaching out gently to touch the living room's soft velvet curtains, her fingers trembling slightly, she murmured to herself: "Is this... velvet? Then what is ours?"

Sofia whispered.

"Maybe it's duck down... but it's quite warm too."

Anna blushed and glared at her daughter.

"I know! And from now on, don't bring this up... especially with Mr. Colin."

Sofia blushingly nodded, softly "hmm" expressed she understood.

Her mother had hinted at it, and she knew she couldn't solely rely on her father, she had to make some sacrifices for the family, regardless of whether it was proper or not.

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