Chapter 815: Chapter 815 White Rose_1
The car drove onto a spacious road, with tall and straight birch forests on both sides, and behind the forests, the lake shimmered in the sunlight, its waves sparkling.
In the center of the lake lay an island, where among the lush forests You could make out clusters of staggered white buildings. That place was the Presidential Palace, a magnet for politicians.
The island was oval-shaped and only connected to the outside world by a single bridge, guarded at both ends by heavy troops. Every entering car was recorded by CCTV, and patrol boats were on the lookout 24 hours a day—security was tight.
After crossing the bridge, one could see the imposing and solemn cluster of buildings, consisting of the main building and the east and west wings, with their snow-white exteriors and neatly arranged columns, presenting a robust and elegant Presidential Palace at a glance.
Caitlin Carter, perhaps afraid that Purple Summers was nervous, softly told her, “Actually, I only moved here two months ago. You’ll get used to it after staying a few days.”
Their original residence was the Presidential Palace from Christopher Simonson’s grandfather’s time.
Back when the Huaya Empire was still embroiled in turmoil, building a Presidential Palace took time. So, that generation renovated an old mansion left over from a former dynasty and made use of it as the Presidential Palace. After the construction of a new palace, Simonson’s grandfather bought the old mansion, turning it into a private residence for the Simonson Family.
Both got out of the car, and Caitlin introduced to Purple, “The east side is the office area, and the west side is for security and defense. The main building houses the banquet hall and reception rooms. Our living quarters are mainly on the second floor. Do you like roses? There’s a beautiful rose garden out back.”
A ripple of emotion appeared in Purple’s eyes, and she said softly, “I like them, I’m very fond of white roses.”
Unaware of anything unusual, Caitlin, walking ahead, said with a smile, “Then you can choose the bedroom on the second-floor east side, where you can have a full view of the rose garden.”
Upon entering the foyer on the first floor, they saw a few people engaged in conversation—Caitlin introduced them as the Presidential Palace’s administrative secretaries and presidential advisors.
After exchanging brief greetings, Caitlin led Purple upstairs.
The interior decoration of the Presidential Palace was not ostentatious. Perhaps due to the president’s special status, the whole building’s style leaned toward a subdued and serious décor, practical without losing its grandeur, steering clear of excessive luxury.
Caitlin took Purple to the bedroom at the far end of the east side, spacious and bright, with the room extending into a half-moon-shaped balcony, separated in the middle by a floor-to-ceiling glass door. Through the glass, one could see the view of the garden.
“You can change the furniture and wallpaper if you like. Choose whatever style you prefer for your room,” Caitlin said as she opened the glass door, letting in the fresh air carrying a chill.
She turned her head towards Purple, tentatively asking, “If you don’t like it, shall I show you some other rooms?”
“No need, this is very nice,” Purple said in a light voice, giving no clear sign of whether she truly liked it or was just being polite.
Perhaps a smile might convey some kindness, but she really could not manage to smile.
Caitlin felt Purple might be a little reserved in the new environment and said, “Then have a rest for now. We can meet the rest of the household over lunch. Do you have any favorite dishes or any dietary restrictions?”
Purple gently shook her head: “No.”
Caitlin then left the room, leaving Purple alone.
Purple set down her luggage, stepped through the glass door to the outside, where the half-moon balcony was enclosed by a circle of white Roman column railings, spotless, a testament to the daily cleaning by the servants.
She leaned on the railing, taking in the view for a while when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Purple said.
The servant entered with a large bouquet of white roses, saying respectfully, “Miss, the lady asked me to bring these to you. Where shall I put them?”
Purple was startled for a moment, then somewhat stiffly offered her hand: “No need… Just give them to me.”
She hugged the roses to her chest, inhaling the familiar rich fragrance. A warm feeling seemed to flow through her heart. It brought a hint of warmth to her insides.