My Manor

"It should be here..." While following the directions on his navigation, Jiang Hai looked at the city in front of him.

To be honest, this city was more prosperous than Winthrop or Boston, yet Jiang Hai had hardly heard of it. But after entering the city, he decided to check it out online.

It turned out the city really had a big reputation.

Atlantic City, located in New Jersey, is not far from New York, despite being in a different state. It is only 92 kilometers away from Philadelphia, the birthplace of the United States, and just over 160 kilometers from New York.

The city was founded in 1854, and the railway system was established in 1898, which helped its rapid development. However, it's not a hub for heavy or light industry. The reason for its fame lies in its status as one of the best tourist and leisure cities.

Before Las Vegas came into the picture, Atlantic City was the largest gambling city in the United States. In 1976, the first legal casino in the U.S. was opened here, and the legalization of gambling made the city a significant destination nearly overnight. However, after Las Vegas emerged, Atlantic City's allure began to fade.

Yet, with the rise of the American TV series Boardwalk Empire, the city made a comeback and became the largest gambling center on the East Coast.

It's not just talk. While it can't compare with Las Vegas, it still ranks highly on the global scale.

Jiang Hai had never been to Las Vegas, so when he entered the city and saw casinos everywhere, his curiosity piqued. But it was just that—curiosity.

Having lived a morally grounded life, Jiang Hai never indulged in vices like gambling, which he knew could ruin families. His self-control was strong, and he didn't gamble with money. Even during New Year celebrations, he'd only play games like mahjong, where the stakes were modest, and the winnings and losses barely mattered. Big bets weren't his thing.

But curiosity still drove him as he admired the unique buildings in the city and made his way to the address Pra-Walton had sent him. Before long, a large manor appeared in front of him.

Looking at the manor, Jiang Hai drove on. Sure enough, on the doorplate at the entrance was the number he had been looking for.

"Tsk, tsk, what a rich person," Jiang Hai muttered, surprised by the scale of the manor.

He rang the doorbell and introduced himself. Soon, a pair of young women in maid uniforms appeared and respectfully opened the door. A dedicated driver helped Jiang Hai park his car while the guide led him into the manor. Jiang Hai took the opportunity to look around, genuinely curious about the place.

This manor wasn't as big as Jiang Hai's own, but it was certainly larger than Zhang Lao's estate.

For residential purposes, the manor was undeniably luxurious. Spanning about three acres—roughly 30,000 square meters—the estate was much larger than Jiang Hai's, which covered just a fraction of that.

In front, there was a grand green garden pathway flanked by small trees and flowers, creating a maze-like effect. At the end of the avenue stood a small flower bed with a large fountain in the center.

Behind the fountain was a huge three-story Western-style villa. It was far grander than Jiang Hai's small villa.

This house was at least five times the size of Jiang Hai's. Just standing there, it exuded an overwhelming sense of scale. Jiang Hai knew Pra Walton was wealthy—without Walmart's backing, she would still have plenty of money—but he hadn't expected her to be so lavish in her spending.

Based on Jiang Hai's estimates, this manor alone was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. So, it was no surprise that the price tag for such a sprawling estate could exceed $200 million.

"Mr. Jiang, please come this way," said the maid, as she led Jiang Hai toward the villa. She noticed his gaze sweeping around but made no comment, continuing to guide him inside.

Upon entering the villa, Jiang Hai's breath caught. While the manor's exterior was luxurious, the interior decoration was on another level entirely.

Jiang Hai had always considered his manor's decoration top-notch, especially given the millions he'd spent. But stepping into Pra-Walton's villa made his place look modest by comparison.

The first thing that caught his eye was the vast hall, which spanned three stories and opened directly to the villa's top floor. The roof was made of one-way glass, allowing sunlight to flood the space, creating an atmosphere of openness and warmth. At the center of the hall, a massive chandelier made of tens of thousands of crystal balls hung above, casting a brilliant light when turned on. The leather classical sofas, Persian carpets, and golden wall lamps—all of which appeared to be made of genuine gold—filled the room with opulence.

The strong Western architectural style left a deep impression on Jiang Hai. He had to admit that in terms of taste, Pra-Walton had outdone him—and she seemed to be far more willing to spend money, though Jiang Hai couldn't quite grasp why.

Based on his own renovation experience, he guessed that this hall alone had likely cost millions of dollars.

While Jiang Hai was admiring his surroundings, a group of women sat in the center of the hall, watching him as he walked in. When Jiang Hai looked at them, he was taken aback. He recognized all of them. The woman sitting in the middle was none other than Pra Walton herself. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, and she wore black sheer pajamas, which, though not thin, were slightly translucent. With Jiang Hai's sharp eyesight, he could tell she was wearing nothing underneath.

This made Jiang Hai feel awkward. He couldn't help but think, Is she trying to proposition me?

But he quickly dismissed the thought when he saw the dangerous look in Pra Walton's eyes. Her bloodshot gaze from a sleepless night, coupled with the tension in her hand gripping the wine glass, made her intentions clear: she was ready to throw it at him.

Pra Walton's expression mirrored the same hostility, and so did the five women beside her. Jiang Hai was no stranger to them—he had seen them the previous night. But today, they wore revealing outfits, covering only the most vital areas, similar to the clothes worn by Feng Yunchen and the others.

The five women glared at Jiang Hai, making him feel a bit puzzled. He hadn't provoked them, had he?

"You're here," Pra Walton said coldly, her tone flat.

"Yes, I'm curious. What did you want me here for?" Jiang Hai asked as he took a seat opposite her. He genuinely didn't understand what was going on.

"This is Li Zaishun, Korean, 1.78 meters tall, 23 years old, still a C-cup, measurements..." Pra Walton began, pulling the Asian woman next to her closer and speaking seriously.

"Wait, what do you mean by this?" Jiang Hai asked, confused, as he saw Pra Walton's hand rubbing against the woman's body. What was she trying to do?

"As long as you leave Selena Gomez, she will be yours. You can do whatever you want with her," Pra Walton declared, pushing the woman toward Jiang Hai. The woman, startled, fell into his arms.

Jiang Hai froze, unsure whether to catch her or not, his body caught in hesitation. But before he could decide, the woman had already landed in his arms, her tall and plump frame adding to the confusion.

"One isn't enough. This is Colleen Pavlovich from Croatia. She's a former flight attendant, 22 years old. She hasn't had much experience, but you can have her too." Pra Walton continued, pulling another woman forward and tossing her into Jiang Hai's lap.

Jiang Hai was left speechless, unable to make sense of the situation. The two women lay still on him, their eyes filled with disbelief and loneliness, waiting for whatever decision would come next.