If two words were used to describe the difference between the hall and here, it would be one is paradise, and the other is the human world. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The hall is the human world; the place they are in now is paradise.

The hall, extremely luxurious in decoration, gives one the illusion of being in an ancient royal palace.

Golden pillars are carved with fierce dragons, two dragons coiled around the pillars on each side, with a giant jade stone in their mouths.

The shelves made of agarwood display many ancient artifacts and jadeware. Scarlett initially thought they were replicas. Curious, she tugged Matthew Saxon’s sleeve and quietly asked, only to learn they were, in fact, genuine.

"All are genuine?" Scarlett blinked and looked again at the pile of valuable decorations, asking in a lowered voice, "Aren’t they worried about someone taking them? Just casually placed here."

Matthew Saxon chuckled softly, lowered his head, and leaned closer to her, saying, "What goes on in your little brain, do you think just anyone can come up to this floor?"

"Those who can come here all have a bit of wealth; how could they be interested in these things?"

In ordinary people’s eyes, each of these ancient artifacts and jadeware is worth a fortune, but to this group of inheritors, they’re really just seen as mere decorations.

Whose family among this crowd doesn’t have a few ancient artifacts or jadeware?

A huge screen is also set up in the hall, embroidered with a phoenix. The phoenix is vividly embroidered, as if it might fly out of the screen at any moment.

Scarlett doesn’t understand embroidery, but as an outsider, she could tell the phoenix on the screen couldn’t be embroidered by an ordinary worker.

The chandelier on the top floor is extremely magnificent, layers of crystals hang down, and once the lights are on, the hall is as bright as daylight.

The carpet is incredibly soft, every step feels like sinking into beach sand.

The air doesn’t have any unpleasant smell nor is it in the least bit stale; a faint fragrance floats in the air, making every breath refreshing.

The gap between people shows itself here in full force.

Even within Darknight City, the places occupied by these wealthy and powerful scions contrast starkly with those of ordinary people.

After passing through the hall, Ward stopped outside a private room door after walking a corridor for two minutes.

He knocked on the door first, and after hearing an approving voice from inside, he opened the door and stood aside: "Young Master Saxon, Miss Yates, please come in."

Scarlett was visiting Darknight City for the first time, naturally, it was also her first time meeting Ward. Hearing him call her Miss Yates, she wasn’t surprised; these people are shrewd, guessing her identity was normal.

Before going in, Matthew Saxon turned his head towards her, speaking softly, "Scarlett, the people inside are my friends. I want to introduce you to them. If you later feel this place isn’t suitable, we’ll go back."

Though Matthew Saxon had already notified his friends earlier to tone down a bit, he was still a little worried Scarlett might feel uncomfortable.

He knew his friends best.

They are all accustomed to being arrogant and domineering since childhood, born with golden spoons in their mouths, raised while being praised by countless people, extremely proud and aloof.

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them playboys.

Usually, idling in revelry and amusement is their main way of life.