Novel & Cerita Uncle Remus Book Value

“Considering the condition of the house and all the money I have spent over the years, I think one hundred million is a fair price.” I frowned slightly. Just like I guessed, he was trying to lower the price. Mum said the house was worth at least two hundred and fifty million, yet he dared to offer only a hundred. Even if he had spent money renovating the house, it was definitely not worth a hundred and fifty million. Uncle Gabriel pushed the documents toward us. Inside were receipts—renovations, repairs, maintenance—everything he had spent on the house over the years. Mum glanced at them briefly before closing the file. Her expression did not change.

“I said no such thing, Uncle.” “You’re so smart Roman, tell me! Explain what are those things?” The uncle resisted. “I don’t think this is the right time to explain, Barty.” Said Roman gently. “What kind of explanation needs the right time?” Asked the uncle, his anger almost burst now. “My explanation.” Roman’s answer was still gentle and calm. Lucas held his laugh, imagining the uncle pulled in his anger. That was smart answer. The uncle couldn’t retort right away, losing his words.

Making Emma curious. “You mean how you sold her to my men in order to pay off your dept?” Bane asked coldly. “Now, Mr Bane, I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” her uncle objected. “How would you put it?” “Oh, eh. Well, we did a temporary solution in order to solve the immediate situation,” her uncle said. “Interesting,” Bane told him. “Yes, okay. So, I have come into some money. An out-of-state casino visit payed off remarkably well, if I may say so,” her uncle told them. Emma’s warning bells were ringing, and she felt her stomach turn into ice.

“Your nephew almost got embarrassed today at the mall. I thought you said you would handle this. That is what I am calling about.” “You already took it out of my hands when you went to the elders to report.” “Elders?” He sounded surprised. I nodded slowly, pretending not to know that it was Chris who went to the elders. “Well yes, your son reported to the elders, and they summoned my wife b—” “So, has she put everything back the way it was?” “Look, that money is no longer yours. I believe it is best you remind yourself and your son of that.” “Come on, Lucian. It is the pack’s money. You cannot keep all of it for yourself. I am part of this pack too.”

"Tsk, I didn't want to come to this crappy place in the first place. It reeks of poverty. Dad, let's go. We'll enjoy life with my stable job. Let them regret holding onto this crappy supermarket!" Watching their retreating backs, I smiled and waved. "Take care! By the way, Uncle Adam, even if we're severing ties, remember to transfer the 5,000 dollars to my dad. Otherwise, I'll post this matter in the family group chat and pin it at the top!" Uncle Adam staggered a little and almost fell. He ran away without turning around. [Ding. Uncle Adam's blood pressure surged. Rage points +100! Reward: 20 pounds of fresh beef!]

I hope they are still focused on the singing and will come into my room when I return. I'm too lazy to use my power to erase their memories, which drains energy. After all, I still need blood. I hope Uncle Harley has blood stock so I can calm my soul, which still remembers Ashley's blood. ** In less than five minutes, we arrived at the mansion. The white building was grand, far more luxurious than Sam's mansion. Accompanied by a gorgeous moon shining tonight, making this mansion even more perfect. What did my uncle do to have such a great house? It was impossible if he relied on money from his wife.

Amara stuttered before she got her words straight. —--------------- AMARA. My mouth dropped open when Uncle Lucius appeared out of nowhere. Did I say my family in the North was in close contact with the species from the underworld? Aunt Lucy was half wolf and half demon, and Lucius was her brother, a full demon straight from hell — the King of the Underworld. “Un..cle Lu..cius. What.. what are you doing here?” I tried to hold his gaze so he wouldn’t look at Jace, who had already moved back from his seat.

that money didn’t save him when he was on the brink of death when his life was flashing away right at his own eyes, the most luxurious car didn’t save him, his vast lands didn’t aid him. And so, if you weigh which is more salient... money that can be earned versus a life that cannot return...only a fool would choose riches. The door of his black car was opened by his chauffeur and what welcomed him was the estate of his late Uncle. It was a Victorian-style house with three storeys and a huge garden upfront filled with roses, it was built in memory of his deceased aunt, Margaret. His long yet graceful strides were like a death clock for those who awaited inside the antique-styled estate. Upon

Barbara waved her hand impatiently, eager to settle the matter that Emma seemed to care about the most. "Impossible!" Emma flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation. "The price difference is too glaring!" Barbara's eyes immediately flared in anger. "Have you become blinded by money? We’re family and you're still talking about the price difference?" "Blinded by money? Why doesn't Uncle use his son's house to swap with me? That's a two-bedroom, two-living-room commercial property. Why not use that one?" Emma knew the true colors of her uncle's family—they were obsessed with money and were calculating. She would not foolishly take a loss now.

My uncle grinned like a demon as if he was saying he wanted this to happen and to have a taste of me. “Stop it, Romeo. Boss Mauro might arrive any minute. I told you not to hurt her face; what if her value decreases because of the bruises you gave her?” I slumped to the floor when my demon uncle finally let go of me. “Stupid! She knows she can’t do anything, yet she still talks nonsense. It would have been better if you told her immediately and spared us the drama.” The vile man collapsed onto the old sofa while my aunt sat beside him, massaging him as if he had just come home from a hard day’s work. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead.