Chapter 364
That was true.
Even if Felicia were generous, she still wouldn’t sacrifice that much.
She came up with a compromise and replied, “Fine, we’ll put the property under my name for now and you can move in first. I’ll only pass it on to you when you’re competent enough to manage it.‘
But Carmen shook her head. She would jest about being a sugar baby, but it was only a joke. A property was far too expensive to accept.
Felicia didn’t argue further and instead picked a property herself.
Besides, she had already intended to give Carmen the keys once it was acquired. Whether she chose to live there or not would be entirely up to her.
The real estate agent was ecstatic at her decisiveness. He would have rushed over with the contract and gotten her to sign it right away, but it was already too late.
Felicia also had her eyes on another villa and scheduled a viewing the next day. If she liked it, she’d finalize both deals at once.
After scheduling the appointment, the agent offered to pick her up the next day, which Felicia. readily agreed to because it saved her the trouble of booking a ride.
The next morning, Felicia cooked a bowl of noodles herself and cleaned up the kitchen after she was done eating. By then, the agent had already arrived, 20 minutes earlier than scheduled.
The agent called her with an earnest tone, “Please take your time, Ms. Fuller. I’ll wait downstairs for as long as you need. There’s no rush at all!”
Felicia didn’t keep him waiting long. She quickly changed her clothes and headed out.
“Good morning, Ms. Fuller!” The agent greeted her with a bright smile and escorted her all the way.
He held out an umbrella to keep her from the sum, and he even placed a hand near her head to ensure she wouldn’t bump it while getting into the car. Every detail was covered with meticulous care.
Once Felicia settled into the car, the agent returned to the driver’s seat and drove away. He was chatting non–stop during the ride, displaying a perfect balance of humor and charm.
As the car drove off, no one noticed a bald man lurking by the window on the seventh floor of the building across the street.
Baldy didn’t look happy.