Chapter 4 - Old Manor!

I nervously follow behind Eric, and outside the door are parked the five Hummers that appears in the photo, with a Lincoln limousine in the middle.

Gallantly, Eric opens the door of the limo for me.

I take a deep breath and bravely get in.

The car drives for a full four hours on a long forest road before finally stopping in front of a massive manor.

Through the car window, I can see a high Gothic castle nestles amid layers of low hollies, exuding an ancient and noble aura, akin to a palace of ancient nobility.

Yet, it is only when I step inside that I realize the opulence and splendor here far exceed my imagination.

Elegant golden pillars stand on both sides, and intricately patterned Persian carpets extend from under my feet all the way to the end of seemingly endless corridors. It is almost identical to my "dream"!

The exquisite soaring domes, the magnificent murals that could be deadly if they fell... Seeing me stunned to the point of daze, Eric couldn't help but smile and says, "Miss Lily, the prince is currently engaged in his studies. I kindly request your patience. Should you find the wait tedious, feel free to acquaint yourself with our surroundings by taking a leisurely stroll."

"Acquainted with the surroundings?" I frown, "What do you mean? Do you expect me to wait here for a long time?"

Eric smiles faintly, "Allow me to correct you, it's 'live' here for quite a while."

"No way! I need to see my son as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will regret it!" I angrily block his way, but two guards pull me away.

"Chris! Where are you?" I struggle and shout Chris's name loudly, but within the vast palace, all I hear is my own echo.

Nevertheless, Eric leaves, and I feel dejected, wondering what I will face next.

"Hello..." a kind voice comes from above. I lift my hopeless eyes to meet the gaze of an elegantly attired elderly man. Several maids follow him.

The elderly man bows gracefully, "Are you Miss Lily?"

"Yes..."

"Please follow me. The master is available to meet you."

My eyes finally regain some spark, and I immediately stand up, grabbing him.

"Be quick! Take me to him! I need to see my son as soon as possible."

"Don't be hasty. There's one thing you need to do before that." The elderly man releases my hand and gestures to the maids.

The maids quickly grab me. One of them says, "Please, miss. Let's go to the bathroom."

"What? Bathroom? What are you doing?" I continue struggling, but their strength is overwhelming, and I can't break free.

"No! Let me go!" Give me a bath? I'm not comfortable with anyone seeing me naked, even if they are women.

"Miss Lily, please forgive our audacity. Due to the master's cleanliness obsession, you need to be thoroughly cleansed before meeting him."

My refusal echoes through the palace until I'm thrown into the bathtub, where I have to surrender to their ministrations.

They wash, scrub, and massage me, leaving no part untouched, even applying force to my private areas, almost intrusively, without any modesty.

I feel like a pitiful doll, manipulated at their whim in the bathtub...

But calling it a bathtub will be an understatement, as its size is more like a swimming pool!

The warm water surface is adorned with a layer of vibrant roses petals, and a misty aura envelopes the surroundings, creating a serene ambiance.

I finally give up resistance, letting them groom and adorn me as they pleased.

Once everything is done, I look surprisingly at the unfamiliar beauty in the massive floor-length mirror.

Her elegant updo adorns her head, with diamond earrings sparkling like stars on her earlobes. The white, snow-like gown hugs her waist perfectly, outlining her alluring curves.

Her feet are adorned with a pair of floral lace-up sandals, the straps of which are transparent, intentionally revealing the delicate arch of her feet and her dainty toes, resembling creamy jade.

This makes her look so pure and immaculate, as if she were the Venus who standing on the rising waves, every move exuding a sense of innocence and allure.

I can't help but blush slightly: Is the person in the mirror still me? Before I can examine myself closely, a cold voice, as icy as the Arctic, suddenly rings out.

"I finally caught you."