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“How can I help you today, sir?” River leaned on the counter, his voice steady. “I need an apartment. Something close to Spring Estate. Walking distance if possible.” The woman blinked. “That area is… expensive.” River’s lips curved into a wry smile. “Money’s not the issue.” She adjusted her glasses and typed quickly. “We do have a few listings in that area. High-rise condos, private lofts, some modern flats. Do you have a size preference?” River shook his head. “Big enough for me. Nothing fancy. Just… quiet.”

The apartment was located in an old housing estate where the environment and the quality of the buildings were quite good. “What is most satisfying is that the landlady is a very nice person!” Rebecca said happily, holding Yohan’ hand and taking Estelle to the apartment. “Here we are. Look. This apartment has three bedrooms and a living room, and it’s one hundred and twenty square meters. Even if you hire a maid in the future, it’s large enough for the four of you to live in. The landlady is going abroad and is in a hurry to rent it out. And the rent is only three hundred dollars a month. An apartment with such low rent is rare in our city. Estelle, you are so lucky!” “Yes, I’m very lucky,”

"Not really, only five places, including this apartment! this apartment is by far the best!" "Is that so? earlier, the man said there was an empty apartment with three bedrooms. If you don't mind, how about we share a room?" "What? share a room? with you?" ***

she opened the door wide and we trooped into her beautiful apartment. Her apartment was always squeaky clean, she hated dirt with all her body, mind and soul. It was a two bedroom en suite apartment with an amazing balcony that gave a great view of water parks. It was always so beautiful at night. Her apartment was modern, nothing girly, just classy.

Julianne assumed it was the broker. “Hi,” she smiled at Julianne. “I’m Janis. We talked on the phone.” “I’m Ian,” she said, shaking the woman’s hand. “This property is hot. Come, I will show you.” Janis led Julianne up the steps. Using her key, she opened the front door. “This is a two-story apartment. Three bedrooms, three full baths and an extra toilet near the entrance for the guests,” Janis said. The house was spacious with beautiful hardwood flooring. It was flooded with plenty of natural light coming from the glass windows. It had an open-style setup with the living room and dining room being separated by a breakfast bar. There was a beautiful marble fireplace. There was one small bedr

Camille finally asked, her curiosity about ready to make her explode. “I believe in human military language this floor would be called the married quarters.” Jag replied. “Although we are neither married nor have we had a union ceremony. But, since we are together, Sid, Kal and myself wanted you to have a proper home with all of us.” With that, the door slid open to reveal the large apartment. It was much larger than Jag’s place and resembled a typical condo with stairs leading up to the bedrooms and giant windows making up two of the walls in the open living space. Camille instantly recognised some of the things from the men’s homes while others appeared new. Just the sight of what looked l

I asked as I scanned each apartment building we passed. “It doesn’t seem to be on this block. Let’s try looking in the next block over,” Robert replied. “It’s called the New Hill Apartment. The apartment building is dominated by gray paint and has a modern design. Ah, it looks like the building in front of there,” I pointed. “I think you’re right, Miss,” Robert replied. He drove the car to a tall, modern-looking apartment building near a convenience store and coffee shop. “OK. We’ve arrived. Let’s go, Miss,” Robert invited me.

"Ah? I... we rented an apartment at Sunflower Apartments." Sunflower Apartments was a relatively run-down community, consisting of small-sized housing units ranging from 27 to 38 square meters. "Brent, go to Sunflower Apartments." "Yes." Ten minutes later. Their car stopped at the entrance of Sunflower Apartments, and Johanna insisted on inviting them upstairs for tea. Brent glanced at the time and nodded at Abigail, indicating that there was still time.

I am still worried about my mother, but I know they wouldn't do anything to her as long as they can use me. Using the phone Norman gave me, I searched for the nearest and cheapest apartment, and found it just a few blocks away from the police station. When I got there, I was guided to a hundred-worth apartment that is the size of a capsule. It has a single bed, small table, small kitchen area and a common restroom for the tentlants to use. It was so narrow that you could reach the kitchen when you stood up from the bed. "Well? Are you going to take it?" The middle-aged woman chewing a gum, impatiently asked me.

“Hazel Town looks like it barely has electricity.” I chuckled and looked around. Our new apartment was small—just two bedrooms, thin walls, and barely any furniture—but it was clean. And quiet. And ours. The smell of warm bread from the bakery downstairs floated through the open window. I had no idea how we landed an apartment right above heaven, but I wasn’t complaining. “It’s not Blackwood,” I said, dusting off my jeans, “but it’s home.” Martha looked around and gave a small nod. “It’s not bad.”