Passing through the surrounding paths, a beautiful house, a three-story villa, gradually appeared in the depths shaded by green trees. It was as exquisite as a house in a fairy tale, with several green radish plants growing around the edge of the simple carved door number. The words "Eileen Garden" reflected above it were even more unique. She never expected that there was such a paradise in the center of the bustling city. This was where she was about to work. Who would live in such a beautiful house, and what stories had happened? She seemed very much looking forward to it.
Irene, Irene, whose Irene is whose?