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.

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

and followed him out the

minutes later, they arrived at the cafe

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

gently, replying, “No, that won’t

her. “You need to

Doris replied, “Perhaps you should

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

his eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing

the building’s entrance and

was Ms. Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties.

rose to her feet and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris,

affirmed with

brief introduction, “This is Waylon,

and the seller shifted their

was formidable, and he suffocated her when she tried to meet his

the seller scrutinized Waylon

to herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play

and inquired, “Are you looking to buy a house urgently?”

“Yes,” Doris nodded.

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