Chapter 21: Do You Live In The South District?
Then, Cathryn opened the search engine and typed in the model number and the brand. However, when she saw the price displayed on the webpage, she screamed, "Nearly three hundred thousand dollars!"
Looking at Cathryn's reaction, Keith thought it would be wise for Jeremy to pick out the cheapest car in his garage for him to drive.
The car slowly drove into the Southern District, and Cathryn could see the various modern designed Villas located on a rugged hill at the junction of the coast and the land.
"Do you live in the South District?" Cathryn asked.
The Southern District was a rich people's region, and the land here was very expensive because it was close to the sea. Besides, the expensive Villas were built here. Therefore, ordinary people could not afford to buy land here at all. Land prices skyrocketed with this real estate planning, making it more popular to be called a rich people's region.
Moreover, the farther south, the higher the land price was. Keith's car kept heading south. Looking at Keith, Cathryn was silently calculating how wealthy he really was. As the vehicle continued to drive forward, Cathryn could see that Keith was richer than she thought...
Finally, the car stopped at the entrance to a small island. A long bridge connected the small island and the land, about a thousand feet long. The line of sight was blocked, so Cathryn could only see a searchlight flashing on the hilltop of the island in the distance.
"Are we going to live on the island?" A little surprised, leaning forward to see, Cathryn asked Keith, "How many families can an island like this accommodate?"
"Only one," Keith blurted out. The car headed for the bridge deck, slowly moving ahead.
Without hearing the response, Keith looked back and glanced at Cathryn, who was staring at him dumbfounded, and then he smiled slightly. "This island is mine," Keith said. Shocked by his words again, Cathryn almost forgot to breathe.
No wonder he said a thousand square feet of a house was too crowded! Having been accustomed to living on such an island. He lived in a ten thousand square feet house, he would still feel it was too crowded, wouldn't he?
Cathryn felt like she was dreaming, so she wanted to pinch herself, but she was afraid of being seen by Keith. He would definitely think she was silly. So she cautiously gave her left palm a pinch with her right hand. After feeling the pain in her palm, Cathryn stiffly sat her body up straight.
"The island is quite large, but the uptown area is not large," Keith patiently explained to her.
After crossing the bridge over the sea, the car drove into the road on the island. The road extended straight to the center of the island, with LED lights on both sides of the road, and all the ground was covered with grass.
"On the left is the horse yard for horse racing. The right is the court, football, basketball, and golf can all be played on those courts. The island was the estate of the Clarkson family, and after Keith came to the United States, he lived directly here.
The island was called Flower Island, and the flowers on the island were in full bloom all year round because of the pleasant climate. There were also all kinds of birds and animals farmed at the island's backside because Keith's father liked these things, though it took a lot of effort to raise them.
The island was triangular and divided by the broad main road into three parts. The racecourse and the golf course occupied one-third. The other one-third was filled with various animals, and the remaining one-third connected to the coast, with a swimming pool and places for picnics. It was quite pleasant.
After the car drove into the uptown, there was a super-modern building before Cathryn's eyes. This building was the primary residence of Flower Island, and the trees surrounding it were dense, but they did not block the line of sight. It gave people a full sense of green and deep feelings at the same time. The glass wall was covered with gloss, and the crystal chandelier in the house was on, lighting up the whole first floor.
Finally, Keith parked the car outside the Villa and asked her to get out. However, when Cathryn unfastened her seat belt, the passenger seat door was opened.
Outside the door, a hale and hearty man stood beside her. He was about sixty years old, smiled and bowed to her, and said, "Nice to meet you, Miss Riley. I am the steward of Flower Island, John."
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The scene in romance novels appeared vividly before her eyes. Looking at the gracious steward in front of her, Cathryn's mind was full of the scenes between Cinderella and Prince Charming, which were always played in romantic fantasy films. Biting her lower lip, she murmured, "Nice to meet you, too."
"Jack, could you please park the car in the garage," Keith said to the driver, and then he walked over to Cathryn. He looked at her, and she was speechless. She didn't know what to say to John. Keith put his hand on the back of her head and rubbed her head softly, relieving her tension.
"Let's go and see your bedroom first," Keith said softly and then walked ahead and led the way for Cathryn. Three jaded white steps were going into the house. After going up the stairs and opening the door, the floor was covered with elegant marble tile giving a stone appearance. They were aesthetically pleasing and added a beautiful look to the room.
John pressed a button, and then the elevator ascended to the ground floor. In front of them was a couch. A cozy charcoal velvet tufted soft sofa was smooth and dark, matching the dark marble floor.
Windows were surrounding the living room allowing the natural light to flood in during the day and letting the air in on a cold summer day. Cathryn looked out the window and saw two black marble columns. They were exceedingly beautiful. Cathryn thought it would be a great place to set up a hammock in the summer.