Riches in Disguise

Chapter 173

The manager, sensing my displeasure, quickly left with his staff.

Right then, Mrs. Brown stepped forward, frowning as she surveyed the surroundings with an expression of apparent dissatisfaction.

"What kind of shabby place is this? This looks just like an average village! Did you book us a stay at some rural homestay?"

"Yeah! Look over there. There are ducks in the river! What proper hotel raises poultry? This is obviously some village-turned-guesthouse!"

"Not just that, look at those wooden houses. They're no taller than two floors. What is this place supposed to be? I wouldn't even dare post photos of this place on social media!"

What they said left me speechless. What ordinary village could possibly look this beautiful?

At a glance, I could already identify over a dozen types of rare flowers and plants. And that wasn't even a river-it was a man-made canal with ponds. The birds swimming on it weren't ordinary ducks but a hybrid breed of colorful ducks boasting vibrant and varied colors that were truly stunning.

Even my mom, who had stayed here before, was thoroughly impressed by the place. Yet, these people looked down on it.

soon arrived and

Mrs. Brown's arm, saying, "Vanessa, my luggage is still in the car. I

rush? I already called to have it brought over while we were on

Just tell them to be careful. I brought several jars of pickles and some homemade olive

serious? Did you bring pickles to the city? That's hilarious! Did you all hear that? She brought

hears this, they'll die laughing at how much of a country bumpkin you are. What

oil? Wow, I don't even know what to say. People like this stay

pickles, but her future son-in-law clearly does! Look at how poor

to me who I was, as her eyes widened in shock when she looked at me after hearing what

she hadn't expected someone the manager was so

up in her eyes. She finally couldn't hold back anymore,

mom brought the pickles and olive oil for me. The pickles are for me to eat, and the olive oil is for me to give to my counselor.

"Felicia."

her to calm down, then turned and smiled obsequiously at Mrs. Brown. "I'm just

woman from the countrysidel.ne