"Since you’re so wealthy, why not go buy at the neighboring Azure Cloud Shores? Everything there is great, I fear you can’t afford it or even get your hands on it!"
"When Ethan and I got married, we went to look there. He initially said he would buy me a unit, but unfortunately, no one was willing to sell. So he reluctantly built this Royal Vista for me next door." Melanie Lloyd emphasized the word "married" with a boastful tone.
Sure enough, Seraphina Sinclair’s face instantly became much uglier.
The burn scars on her back were still painfully aching like maggots gnawing at her bones. Their betrayal and setup from those years were vividly remembered.
Hatred surged in Seraphina’s eyes, almost uncontrollable, as her gaze grew steadier and colder.
Spotting Desmond Fairchild, Seraphina’s eyes turned, linking her arm over the man’s muscular arm, "Forgot to introduce, this is my husband. He doesn’t have many merits, except being handsome with a net worth of billions. Sigh, I was really blind before, letting a man love and pursue me. Now looking at Ethan, he doesn’t even have the qualifications to shine my husband’s shoes."
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After finishing his last words with Quentin Jennings, Desmond Fairchild put away his phone, staring complexly at the man holding onto his arm, a hint of unfathomable thought in his eyes.
Mental hospital, Ethan Lloyd, was this part of her past?
Then in his heart, he showed ridicule—they even pretended not to recognize him, yet she knew his net worth entirely!
"You!" Melanie Lloyd was so angry she could explode. "Humph, you dare claim a net worth of billions, Seraphina Sinclair."
There are only a few people globally worth billions; this man was never seen on any wealth list!
The man stretched his long arm, pulling Seraphina Sinclair’s waist, glancing coldly, inadvertently revealing an aura of superiority, "Azure Cloud Shores? Like it, then just buy."
"Alright." Seraphina Sinclair immediately smiled as she hooked onto Desmond Fairchild’s arm, provocatively looking at Melanie Lloyd.
"Stop pretending to be what you’re not!" Melanie Lloyd sneered disdainfully, not believing for a second that Seraphina Sinclair could buy a house at Azure Cloud Shores.
Azure Cloud Shores stopped selling externally long ago, she’ll wait and see how they explain this!
Even with Ethan Lloyd’s current status, many connections were sought but still failed to buy—does Seraphina Sinclair have that amount of money?
What was she wearing, clothes that cost no more than thousands altogether, yet dreaming of owning a unit at Azure Cloud Shores worth millions, pure fantasy!
Desmond Fairchild slightly turned his head; Azure Cloud Shores was his property; he held several units for friends.
The house eventually needs changing, now his son needs schooling, moving in is just perfect.
After pondering briefly, Desmond Fairchild spoke in a deep, attractive voice, "A friend of mine is selling; if you like it, you can buy it."
Seraphina Sinclair looked at him in shock and suspicion—is it real?
Thinking of something, though, anger exploded in her mind—damn, if the house owner turns out to be a woman, she will certainly twist off the head of this damn man when she returns home.
How many wealthy female clients exactly?
She truly was the most unfortunate one holding the bag, her head grazing green pastures.
The pair turned to leave, Melanie Lloyd closely following them, she wanted to see how these two got humiliated by her!
Azure Cloud Shores wasn’t far; the pair walked leisurely over there; Vincent Miller, a manager just receiving info from the big boss, practically rushed over in his car, panting heavily, running with his briefcase in hand.
Upon seeing the cold and proud Desmond Fairchild, and unexpectedly holding a beautiful woman by his side, Vincent Miller was beyond shocked, the boss actually has a woman now? They’re getting a lady boss?
Receiving a chilling gaze from the boss, Vincent Miller hurriedly sped up, subconsciously bowing, "Ol..boss?"
Having uttered just the first syllable, Desmond Fairchild shot a warning glance. Vincent Miller remembered the message on his phone, pretending to be an old friend, quickly corrected himself, stammering, "Ol..ol..Des?"
Seeing no reaction from the boss, his cold indifferent expression unchanged, Vincent Miller’s heart shattered, forcing himself to continue, "Ol..ol Des, heard you’re buying a house, I quickly brought the property certificate, after all, we’re friends, price is negotiable."
"Hmm, discuss with her."
Upon seeing the owner, Seraphina Sinclair greeted graciously, thinking to herself thankfully that it was a man.
Vincent Miller was already petrified; this woman was holding their germophobic boss’s arm, even appearing intimately close...they really have a lady boss now?!