Edwin or Maxwell?

MIRANDA'S POV

The car finally stopped alighted at Edwin's mansion. I came out of the car only to be welcomed with a beautiful scenery, which almost made me forgot about the anger I had in me.

Maxwell's place was nothing compared to this, I've never seen a mansion as beautiful as this. The cool breeze, waterfall, the golden paintings. The floor tiles made of golds and diamonds screamed luxury.

Edwin was not just any man though, he's the number one too ranking businessman. The tittle actually fit him so well. But Maxwell deserved it.

I haven't gotten into the rooms, and I was already highly impressed, what more if I could walk in? I've fled around all countries, but this mansion, I've never seen anything close to it in any architecture designs. The constructions and everything was highly done by a skilled architecture.

"Once you're done site seeing, you can come in, we got a party to attend," Edwin said beside me, bringing be back from my reverie.

I had actually forgotten I was close t