The Realtor and My Fiancé

After Asher and I visited Grandpa’s house, our wedding plans were finally set. That evening, we drove off in the Rolls-Royce Grandpa gifted us, planning to check out a newly developed luxury apartment complex nearby for our future home.The moment we arrived at the property, I made a quick stop at the restroom. In my haste, I accidentally bumped into a female sales agent as she stepped out. "Watch where you're going, will you?" she snapped, her voice neither loud nor soft, but clearly condescending.I glanced at her name tag: Sophia Duke, Senior Property Consultant. Her disdainful gaze flicked over me, and she sneered, lowering her voice to say, "Some people think carrying a knockoff bag makes them a socialite. "Posing for pictures in luxury properties and using the restrooms here without buying anything is just pathetic, don’t you think?" I inhaled deeply, ready to retort, when she bumped her shoulder against mine and strode off arrogantly.Once I emerged from the restr

When Sophia dropped the phrase “godfather”, her words carried a deliberately suggestive undertone. Asher and I both turned to her simultaneously. She pretended to realize “her mistake” too late and immediately stammered, “Miss Gwen… I didn’t mean it like that… It just clicked that I might’ve seen you before…” Asher’s brows furrowed as he turned to me, his confusion evident. “Gwen, what does she mean by godfather?” I barely had time to respond before Sophia eagerly jumped in. “Mr. Asher, please don’t misunderstand…” She hesitated theatrically, then continued, “Last month, I saw Miss Gwen with a man here at our development. At that time, she called him Godfather… Later, on a phone call, I heard her call someone else the same thing.” She smiled sheepishly in my direction. “But it’s possible I misheard.”I dragged out a slow, mocking “Hmm…” and met her gaze with a smirk. “No, you didn’t misremember. I did buy two properties from this development. Is there a problem with that

The air grew tense for a moment after those words. Sophia, putting on a pitiful act, tugged at Asher’s sleeve and said in a syrupy voice, “Boss, does Gwen not like me being here?“Why, though? She’s already gotten me kicked out of my real estate job, and now she still won’t leave me alone...” She glanced up at him with a helpless, doe-eyed look. “I had no other choice but to come to you.” However, Asher didn’t even acknowledge her words. His piercing gaze was fixed on me, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He clearly couldn’t believe I’d called off the wedding. It took him a long moment to find his voice, but when he did, it wasn’t directed at me or Sophia. He spun around and shouted furiously at Christine, “Why are you trying to ruin my relationship with Gwen? What did you tell her?!” Christine didn’t flinch under his glare. Instead, she let out a dry laugh before pointing at Sophia and replying slowly, “All I did was tell Gwen the truth. After the two of you

When Asher realized the men standing before him were all powerful figures he couldn’t afford to offend, he quickly raised his hands in a panic. “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong! Gwen and I are engaged. I was only acting out of concern. Please, gentlemen, understand my situation.” His words had barely left his mouth when Bill stepped forward and punched him square in the face. “You’ve been using my goddaughter’s money to keep a mistress?!” Bill roared. His fiery gaze landed on Sophia, who was cowering behind Asher. “Her? Seriously?” Harry didn’t hold back, either. “Who did you think you were five years ago, huh? If it weren’t for Gwen’s kindness, you wouldn’t be where you are right now!” “Exactly! You’ve got some nerve, spending her money on this nonsense. Take a good look in the mirror, and see what you’re worth!” The room erupted with uncles and godfathers tearing into Asher, their words as cutting as knives. He shrank under their onslaught, his face pale and drenc