The living room of Beverly Hills is luxurious and elegant.
The millennium falcon wood furniture from Tatania, the Beima elephant skin sofa from the Sedon Star System of the Binart Empire, and the exquisite ceramics from the western Belon Republic—all these showcase the owner's status and taste.
Sunlight shines on the swimming pool outside the automatic glass doors of the living room, glistening and reflecting, creating ripples on the ceiling.
Dozens of well-dressed dignitaries, either sitting or standing, silently watched the ripples with a deathly quietness.
A sound of footsteps approached, and the twin sisters almost inseparable from Barbara appeared in front of everyone.
"Miss Barbara will be down shortly, please wait a moment," one of the twins said expressionlessly.
"It's already been two hours," the oppressive atmosphere was broken by Old Miller with a defeated expression. He stood up, shook his head and said, "It seems she doesn't have a solution either."
