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.

towards the balcony wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral vision caught sight of clothes

bedroom, overheard the conversation. A frown creased his brow as a wave of unease washed over him. He quickly got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked

slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming out to check

this property is pretty old; it's bound to

between the two

lightly. "Yeah, this place is small and old,

him

and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is about $100,000 per

were dripping

mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill Estate. "How much do you

most expensive in the city, at least a hundred

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