Chapter 128: Someone Should Help Us Retire Gracefully

The pale blue waters of the Pacific Ocean reflected the clouds, and from Tommy's Beverly Hills mansion, which took four years to complete, the entire ocean looked like a dazzling sapphire.

"I saw in the fashion magazine that they rated your mansion as the second largest private property in the entire Los Angeles metropolitan area," Stephen said as he sat on the terrace, enjoying the gentle sea breeze, "Feels good, I just have one question, Tommy."

Tommy, who was sitting in front of the coffee table, flipping through some documents that Stephen had brought, asked absentmindedly, "What?"

"One hundred and twenty-seven rooms— are you sure you and Odelia won't get lost in your own house? Your backyard is so big you could hold the Super Bowl there." Stephen glanced into the distance, "I feel like I need a telescope just to see the front door of your house from here."