Waylon questioned himself internally, Should I be happy for her or not?

He wasn’t experiencing any strong sense of joy, but realizing he did feel a sense of relief seeing her so elated was perplexing. What kind of logic was this?

Waylon struggled to understand his feelings.

“Which sales office are you headed to?” he asked casually, masking his emotion.

Doris responded, “Starhill Garden. A property conveniently located nearby the city center.”

Waylon, rising from his seat, offered, “I can drive you there. You seem to be in quite a rush, and the seller might grow impatient and reconsider if you take too long.”

Caught off guard, Doris quickly declined his offer. “No, that’s alright. I can manage on my own. You just got home, and you should rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

Doris insisted, “I don’t want to trouble you. I’ve already been enough of a burden.”

He answered sternly, “One more time won’t make a difference.”

What? Do I have to shamelessly insist on going with her?

With a firm tone, he declared, “It’s no trouble at all! Consider this a final gesture. Since you’re planning to move out soon, you won’t have the opportunity to trouble me anymore.”

Truthfully, she was upset with his response.

Waylon reached for his suit jacket draped over the sofa. He urged,

reluctantly complied and followed him

at the cafe adjacent

driver’s seat, Waylon turned to Doris, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked, “Do you want me

her head gently, replying, “No, that

a sidelong glance at her. “You need to be careful against potential scams. Are you sure you don’t need a second pair of

Doris replied, “Perhaps you should

heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just over three million, and falling for a scam would be

rolled his eyes, mocking her for stubbornly

the building’s entrance and

Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties. She was sharp, composed, and exuded the air

feet and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris, you’ve

Doris affirmed with a nod.

Waylon, a close friend. He’s

and the seller shifted

with him. His presence was formidable, and he suffocated

the

herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play my part convincingly. I

smile and inquired, “Are you looking to buy

“Yes,” Doris nodded.

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