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Chapter 36: Mr. Jordan, family attorney
Luminous sun rays lit the concrete surface of the pavement as he walked into a large American cottage style household. The garden beside the house was large enough to play golf. Maybe the owner left it for golf playing himself. With this medieval styles of English countryside design of the house, he could tell they built it in the 1920s it 1930s.
The steep roof with cross gables made this house unique to the other houses around. He wandered his eyes to see the casement windows with small panes covered in pink floral curtains along the stucco siding. The brick stones made the house blended well with the cottage design.
He had never seen a house this big, though he lived in a mansion before. The place was not as good as this house, cozy yet large. They beautifully curved the arched wooden door around the borders. His eyes hovered at the corner to see a literal bell hanging at the corner there with a long string hanging down. He had to ring that bell to call
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He Left With Nothing Chapter 44: Locked secret
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