Chapter 130

Eleanor’s POV: At 12:30 PM, a stretch Rolls-Royce pulled into the courtyard of the villa. I was the first to rush out upon hearing the car’s approach. After the car stopped, John Clarke, Uncle Mason’s personal assistant, stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door. Uncle Mason stepped out, dressed in a bespoke suit. His closely cropped jet-black hair gave him a sharp, energetic look. Though past fifty, he still radiated vigor. The faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, etched by time, only added to his mature, masculine charm. He turned and reached out to support his wife, Lucy Murphy. A fair hand rested on the man’s broad palm, and immediately, an elegant figure stepped out of the car. The woman stood beside her husband, her slightly wavy long hair framing a delicate face. The shape of her eyes and nose bore a striking resemblance to Scarlett’s, though her gaze was gentler. Especially when she looked at her husband, her eyes softened like water, brimming with deep af