Novel & Cerita The Greatest Estate Designer

“Then why’d you have to go and burn it down? I liked that house.” “I liked it, too. All those lovely, hidden rooms… simply perfect for my great works. That’s why I was renting it, you know. Because you made it.” Jesus. Dieter/Epicurus was a former client – and had specifically sought out another one of Grant’s houses for his killing grounds. “You’re my favorite architect of all time,” Dieter continues. “Lloyd Wright, Gehry, I.M. Pei…they all pale in comparison to your genius.”

“Esther, have you seen the new CEO?” Betty asked Esther, watching her reaction. Everyone one in their age were smitten by the new CEO. “Yes,” Esther answered gloomily, thinking that her career as an interior designer was going to be buried. Betty’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Esther, he is so handsome! He could beat a lot of actors and models! You are working everyday with a very handsome man!” “So what!” Esther crossed her arms above her breast.

Eva scoffed inwardly, but kept a polite smile on her face. "Yes, she is. And you are?" He pulled a business card from his inner jacket pocket and handed it to her. "My name is Erasmus Atkinson." Eva's lips curled slightly when she saw the gold-embossed card that read "Erasmus Atkinson, Chief Designer, Veridian Architecture Inc." "Hello." Erasmus took her hand. He pressed the card into her palm. He smiled charmingly. "If you need a house designed, you can contact me. I'll give you a twenty percent discount."

I know who you are, you are a famous designer and fashion advisor, I have seen your work and I love it. "And you were recommended by Fabian McConnell of all people which means you are no ordinary person, that is why you were allowed into this estate. No ordinary person like her is allowed to live and relate with others here. It's not pride, it's reality." Her smile never wavered as she spoke. If I were to be honest, her confidence was enviable. The way she carried herself and pronounced each word was in a beautiful and wealthy manner.

"It's an honor." Adrian Whitmore. Heir to the Whitmore Group, the largest real estate conglomerate in Europe. "Mr. Whitmore, the pleasure is all mine." "My firm is launching a global initiative to build a series of new-concept eco-cities," he said. "It's a revolutionary portfolio, with an initial budget well into the nine figures." My mind reeled. "Why me?" "Because your design philosophy is precisely what this project needs," Adrian said, his gaze direct and sincere. "You are the only architect for the job."

Do all of Sir Strenon's estates feature white facades? "He designed this himself." Frown lines formed on my forehead. "I mean, Strike designed this house. Even the interior." That's because I was utterly silent. I did nothing but look around at all the pretty things inside. Our living space was now equivalent to a house five times its size. As he sat there, Chase stared straight at me. "Sir Strike has excellent taste."

But it was undeniable that his words touched me. Before I could make a statement, Patrick added, "Lannis Harris will be one of the judges." Originally, I was just tempted. But when I heard this name, I looked at him in disbelief, "Who?" "Lannis Harris." Patrick repeated the name again. Lannis Harris could be said to be the most legendary one among the contemporary designers in the world. He was known as a genius as well as a madman. He was not only an interior designer but also an architectural designer.

The Sterling rep smiled into the microphone. "This is the work of our firm's lead designer, known only as 'X.'" In the audience, Ethan's eyes were fixed on the screen. On the geometry of those lines. The spatial language. He knew that hand. That was Emily's work. But that was impossible. Emily should be hiding in some basement, crying into her pillow. How could she be Sterling Capital's star designer "X"? Ethan bolted out of the hall. He tore out his phone and dialed me like a man losing his mind. The only thing he got was the cold, recorded voice:

The gardens were lush and evergreen, even in winter, filled with rare flowers and exotic plants. The estate boasted a wealth of amenities: a helipad, an artificial lake, a swimming pool, a cinema, a tennis court, a gym, and a riding stable—everything one could dream of in a luxurious European-style estate. Desmond had studied in Europe in his youth, traveling extensively across various European countries. Fluent in British English with a perfect London accent, his demeanor carried the grace and sophistication of an English nobleman. He had a fondness for the architecture of Western Europe’s medieval and Renaissance periods, which inspired the design of this estate.

Living in the best of estates in the country, Red Valley estates were the most expensive and exquisite. “‘Wow”’ was all Cassandra could say as she stepped out of the car. She was not from a poor background and her home did belong to the second finest part of the country and held one of the best designs. But even the rich did have things they wanted and this was one of them.