Camila squinted through the peephole, checking out who was on the other side of the door.

It wasn't anyone she recognized-neither Young nor Alan.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cautious.

"Hi, are you Ms. Camila? My name's Henry Hoover. My mom told me some tiles on your balcony wall were coming loose, so she sent me to take a look," the guy outside replied. Camila remembered she had indeed called the landlady a few days ago about the loose tiles on the balcony. The landlady had promised to send someone over to check it out. So, she opened the door. "Sorry for the trouble," she said politely.

The moment Henry saw her, he was taken aback by her beauty. His mom wasn't kidding; not only was this tenant strikingly beautiful, but she also had a gentle and polite demeanor. It made him understand his mother's intentions even more clearly.

"Come on in," Camila invited.

warm smile. His eyes naturally drifted towards the balcony wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral

bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked out

arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming

nodded, trying to stay composed. "Yeah, this property is pretty old; it's bound to have some issues." He stressed

tension between the two

lightly. "Yeah, this place is small and old, not exactly

shot him a

prime location, convenient transportation, and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is about $100,000 per square meter-out

words were dripping with

mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill

rolled his eyes. "The most expensive in the city, at least a hundred million each, I suppose." He chuckled provocatively. "That's

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