Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

48  Dinner Invitation

The journey to Amelia's home wasn't hurried, nor was it slow—it was just right. The steady hum of the limo's engine was the only sound between Noah and Amelia for a while, both lost in their own thoughts.

Noah glanced out of the window, the buildings of the city slowly giving way to more open spaces as they drove further out. He had never been in nice neighbourhoods before, so it was kind of a different perspective. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Sigh, Ignorance sometimes, is truly a bliss..." Thought Noah, as he stared at the beautiful scenery and houses. The more he looked at it, the more he wanted to buy a house in the area.

Soon, the limo turned onto a long, private road leading to a gated community. But this wasn't just any gated neighbourhood.

It was a villa complex, a secluded haven reserved for the ultra-wealthy and people of status, where entire neighbourhoods consisted solely of large, sprawling villas. The security was tight—no one could enter without being a resident or a direct guest of one. It was like stepping into another world, where the chaos and noise of the city couldn't reach you.

As the limo approached the entrance gate, Noah noticed the uniformed guards stationed there. They stood straight, their posture disciplined and professional.

One of them caught sight of the sleek vehicle and immediately gave a sharp salute, recognizing the car without needing to ask for credentials.

Noah had never seen such a thing. In the city, you were lucky if the guards even stood in their respective positions, but here, everything was controlled, precise, and orderly.

The middle-aged man driving the limo returned the salute with a quick nod, a gesture of familiarity. Without any delay, the massive iron gates began to swing open, revealing the villa complex beyond.

Noah's eyes widened as they passed through, the scene unfolding before him more stunning than he had imagined.

Inside the gated community, the air seemed cleaner, and fresher. Tall, perfectly cut trees lined the streets, their lush, vibrant green leaves swaying gently in the breeze.

Large, luxurious villas spread out along the road, each one uniquely designed yet equally imposing, like small palaces. It was clear that no expense had been spared in this place; the architecture was a blend of modern elegance and timeless grandeur.

Some villas had expansive balconies, while others boasted stunning gardens or fountains out front.

A small river meandered lazily through the complex, its clear water sparkling under the soft sunlight. Wooden bridges connected the properties, creating a serene, almost dreamlike atmosphere. The distant sound of the city's traffic was completely gone, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds. It was as if this community existed in a bubble, untouched by the pollution and chaos that lay beyond its gates.

Noah had never seen anything like it. The sheer beauty of the surroundings took his breath away, and for a moment, he forgot that he was just a guest here. It was hard to imagine living in a place like this, where nature seemed perfectly controlled and the air was so fresh it felt cleansing just to breathe. It was a far cry from the modest apartment he and his family lived in, where noise and traffic were a constant companion.

The limo continued down the road, winding past villa after villa, each more impressive than the last. But soon, they approached a mansion that stood out even among the grandeur. This one was larger, and more prestigious in its design.

The marble pillars and ornate ironwork around the gates gave it a regal air as if it belonged to royalty. The windows were tall, their glass gleaming in the afternoon light, and the grounds around the mansion were impeccably maintained, with sprawling lawns and perfectly trimmed hedges. Even from the outside, Noah could tell this wasn't just a home—it was a statement.

But what caught Noah's attention even more were the guards stationed outside the mansion itself. Unlike the guards at the gate, these men were armed. Dressed in sleek black uniforms, they held rifles at their sides, their eyes sharp and alert as they stood in front of the entrance.

They weren't just for show; their presence added a layer of security and seriousness that reminded Noah he wasn't looking at an ordinary Mansion. It wasn't just wealth that this family had—it was status and power.

The limo came to a slow stop near the front of the mansion, pulling into a private parking area. The middle-aged man who had driven them turned off the engine and quietly stepped out, moving with the same calm authority that seemed to surround everything about this place.

Amelia gave Noah a soft smile. "We're here," she said quietly, her voice cutting through the silence.

Noah nodded, as he stepped out of the limo, his feet meeting the pristine cobblestone driveway, he glanced around once more, taking in the full scope of the mansion. It was even more imposing up close, with its tall, arched doors and intricate stonework.

The guards at the entrance didn't move, but their eyes briefly flickered to Noah, acknowledging his presence. They weren't hostile or unwelcoming, but their professionalism was clear—they were here to protect, and they took their job seriously.

Noah adjusted his uniform, feeling slightly out of place in his casual clothes compared to the elegance of everything around him.

Amelia noticed his unease and smiled again her expression warm and understanding. "Don't worry about your attire," she said, her voice gentle. "You're our guest, and that's all that matters."

Noah gave a small nod, appreciating her words but not dwelling on them for too long. Noah stepped into the villa, immediately struck by its grandeur. The first thing that caught his eye was the floor—gleaming marble, so pristine and polished that it reflected the light like a bed of diamonds.

It was the kind of elegance you only saw in the movies that depicts royalty. As he moved forward, his footsteps echoed softly against the marble, and his eyes didn't wander over the luxurious surroundings.

"Wow, it's so plush. It feels like I'm sitting on clouds, although I don't know what sitting on clouds feels like. But, I expect it to feel similar." thought Noah, whilst feeling comfortable.

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The entrance hall was nothing short of breathtaking. Towering ceilings gave the space an almost cathedral-like feel, with soft, ambient lighting cascading from crystal chandeliers that hung above. On either side of him were two grand staircases, curving symmetrically, one on the left and one on the right, their polished mahogany railings gleaming.

They spiralled upwards gracefully, meeting at a large balcony that overlooked the hall from above. It was a layout that seemed almost ceremonial, like something out of a royal palace, where one would descend in grandeur to greet guests.

But the stairs weren't the only impressive feature. Straight ahead of him was a vast path that led directly to the living room, framed by arched doorways that added to the opulent design. Large windows with elegant drapes let in soft streams of natural light, illuminating the grand interior and casting a warm glow across the marble.

As Noah's eyes followed the path, he found the living room at the far end, an expansive space filled with plush sofas, modern décor, and a sense of understated luxury.

It was minimalistic in design but carried an air of wealth in every detail—from the rich, velvet upholstery of the furniture to the gold accents scattered subtly throughout the room. In the corner, a sleek, state-of-the-art fireplace flickered quietly, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise cool elegance of the space.

Amelia, having escorted Noah inside, gave him a reassuring smile before excusing herself. "I'll go get my parents," she said softly, her voice gentle but confident.

Noah nodded, his mind still processing the sheer magnitude of the villa around him as he waited. As she made her way up the staircase, her footsteps barely audible, Noah remained standing in the hall.

The man gave Noah a respectful nod, his posture straight and formal, like a soldier at ease.

"You can sit down if you would like, Mr. Noah," said the middle-aged man, as he remained standing.

"Alright, thanks," Noah replied, then sat down on one of the sofas.

"Wow, it's so plush. It feels like I'm sitting on clouds, although I don't know what sitting on clouds feels like. But, I expect it to feel similar." thought Noah, whilst feeling comfortable.

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