I stared in awe at the towering Ashworth family villa as our vehicle approached. It wasn't just a home—it was a statement of power, a monument to generations of wealth and influence. Marble pillars stretched skyward, supporting elaborate balconies that overlooked meticulously maintained gardens where fountains sprayed crystalline water into the air.
"We're here," Isabelle said, her voice soft as she squeezed my hand reassuringly.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "It's even more impressive up close."
As we stepped out of the car, I immediately sensed the presence of several powerful auras. Guards positioned strategically around the entrance weren't ordinary security—they were cultivators, some radiating strength comparable to Caspian Kane. The realization sent a chill down my spine.
"Your security is... formidable," I remarked, keeping my voice casual despite my unease.
Isabelle nodded. "Grandfather insists on it. The Ashworth family has many enemies."
