Romans & histoires My Property Isn't Normal

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Like a pack of family? “Anyway,” Kara continued rather suspiciously when she saw my confused look, “his family owns property near the northern forest.” Northern forest? “Like… a house?” “More like an estate.” Oh. Of course. Why was I not surprised? Alex looked rich enough to own an island. Kara continued giving vague directions while eating. I memorized every single word, but at the same time, pretended I wasn’t that much absorbed about it. And by the end of the class A very dangerous idea had already formed inside my head.

It was nothing but greenery and shrubs and trees and the city was hardly two lanes away. I was falling in love with this place. I could already imagine living here with Madeleine and all the places where I could make sweet love to her. Though I felt that something was off about the way the girl just ran away to talk to someone on the phone. I waited for a while and was about to go looking for her when I saw her running towards me. “Sir, I am afraid there is a problem.” I furrowed my eyebrows, “What is it?” She pushed her hair behind her ears and caught her breath before answering me, “Well, the owner of this property is not so nice…he is a bit eccentric and he has already chased away 4 poten

He had a tight frown on his face as he glared at the CEO. “Dad…” I touched his arm gently. “It’s okay. Property is just a term that his family uses to refer to their wives or women.” “Well, that’s very stupid and sexist if you ask me,” He replied while shaking his head slowly. I could not agree any more but that was that. “That’s all? I become your wife, I mean, property, officially?” I asked Sterling and he nodded. “But would I still be allowed to go back to New York?”

"Tell us." Adrian swiped through several documents before turning the screen slightly. "Most transactions appear legitimate at first glance." "Meaning?" "Property maintenance. Consulting fees. Transportation costs." My father frowned. "That sounds normal." "It does." Adrian's gaze hardened. "Until you realize the company never owned property, never employed consultants, and never operated transportation services."

he nodded and then leaned forward passing his iPad to me with pictures of the property. “Who does it belong to? We can get to meet with the owners since it's currently up for sell.” I said scrolling through the pictures on screen. He was right the building did look way better. “Andro corp.” my breath hitched an my fingers paused mid air. He didn't mean who I think- my eyes snapped up to his. “You seem disturbed by the name, do you have a beef with it's owner? Or-” I didn't answer passed the iPad back to him.

Thus, the driver did not react at all. "Grandmother, you should at least see the building first! What if there's a quality problem?" Madison spoke softly. She had to delay it no matter what, at least wait until Jason arrived. "Lady, don't you worry. The property developed by Element Dragon Real Estate had a great reputation. There will never be any quality problems. Whatever problem it might have, we will bear the cost." The real estate company's owner smiled at Madison.

Once the money arrived, everything would be fixed. My phone rang. I answered immediately. "Well?" His breathing sounded strange. "Sir. There is a problem." My smile disappeared. "What problem?" "The properties." "What about them?" "They can't be sold." My body froze. "What the fuck are you talking about?" His voice shook. "They've already been listed." I frowned. "By who?" "We don't know." The coffee cup slipped slightly from my fingers. "What do you mean you don't know?" "The documents show another authorization."

Then, my eyes locked onto the specific municipal address. *Property Deed. Ownership: Marcus Hale.* He was listed as the sole proprietor. Not a joint marital asset. Not a corporate holding under his marketing agency. His name alone. I stared at the recording date, reading the numbers again and again to ensure my brain wasn't misinterpreting the data. It was a secondary residential property purchased exactly eighteen months ago. Eighteen months. Slowly, I raised my eyes. Renata's expression was entirely devoid of sympathy or surprise. There was only an acute, professional concern.

he rumbles, closing his computer. Blushing, I try to ignore the yearning that is beginning to build since I know that we won’t be able to do anything right now, not when I was already hurting from my surgery the day before. “Were you working?” I ask instead, changing the subject. “You looked pretty into whatever it was you were reading.” “Just some issues with one of our newer properties,” he explains. “It’s been causing issues since the start, but it seems that their idiot of a gm has really fucked things up.”