Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 238 The pants were in a similar shade of blue. It was minimalistic but classy. “Here, try this. This is something different from what you usually wear. I suppose it will make you look younger.” Cedrick’s eyes scanned the suit and snickered lightly.

Makes him look younger? Did he look old in the first place? He was only a few years older than Jamie!

Nine in the morning, on the hilltop near the mansion, a black Mercedis drove down the road and headed to the humongous premises. Unlike the modern design, the mansion retained the vintage architecture from the last century, something like the Bauhaus house architecture. The building was squarish, and there were guards on shifts at the entrance. Right above the entrance was a gold plate spelling out Mason Chateau.

One of the four grandest families in Sapphire City, the chateau stood firm on its solid ground, having braved through decades of glory and history. The butler had long been waiting at the front door. He was a sixty-year-old man with silvery white hair, and he looked especially amiable whenever he smiled. Everyone called him Uncle Ford affectionately.

Cedrick parked his car across the lawn in front of the mansion.

He came out of the front seat, and his glaring suit flashed at Uncle Ford. He had not seen Cedrick in such bright colors in a long time. “Master Cedrick, welcome home. Grandpa Mason is waiting for you in the hall.” Uncle Ford smiled and walked forward and instructed the servant to park the car in the parking bay. Cedrick tossed his keys to the servant and took one glance at the parking bay.

lot was an outdoor one, with numerous luxurious

park was loosely filled with a few of the

brows and asked,

Emergency Department, and the doctor instructed her not to move around. So she could not make it today. However, Mister and Missus Clark are here.” Uncle Ford regretted it a little. It was a rare occasion to have both

it was a shame that Maia, one

curved up in an incomprehensible

Ill?

was afraid that he had heard something that he should not have heard and did not dare to show

worries, as long as

yard, the air was fresh, filled with faint scents of tea. Grandpa Mason was passionate about tea, and he would hand brew tea for