Book TRK
Chapter 269
Chapter 269
Leanne was speechless, her eyes wide with surprise, “Wow, impressive.”
Selina just giggled in response.
It was only upon packing that Leanne discovered the marital home was filled with more stuff than she had initially thought.
It took Leanne several days to move what she could to Golden Grove Manors, while figuring out what to do with the items that were no longer needed but hard to part with.
Half of the belongings were Curtis’.
His home office and half of the walk-in closet were still cluttered with his things, untouched, uncertain whether he wanted to keep them or not. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
Leanne decided not to touch them but instead made a call to Caleb, asking him to relay the message to Curtis.
She planned to sell the house at Crystal Cove Villas and told him to find time to pick up his belongings.
Caleb glanced at the man in the office, multitasking between phone calls and signing documents.
Lately, he had been swamped, the work pressure almost as intense as when they first arrived in Starlake. Back then, ElitePinnacle had to fight its way through stiff competition on Bullion Boulevard. Every second counted.
Now, it seemed like someone was intentionally torturing themselves.
Holding his phone, Caleb said, “Madam, perhaps you should speak to Mr. Richard directly. He’s available to take calls now.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. During those seconds, had no clue what Leanne was thinking.
Finally, she responded, “No need, just pass the message, please.”
After the real estate agent received the code to the house, they quickly brought a client over for a viewing and called Leanne soon after to discuss their thoughts.
“The client is very pleased with the house and is quite sincere. They’re just hoping if there’s room to negotiate on the price.”
“That’s fine,” replied Leanne.
It was normal for negotiations on such an expensive property to include a two to three percent discount.
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“Ms. Castillo, you’re such a straight-shooter,” the agent complimented, then smoothly slipped in, “Oh, and when we were looking at the house yesterday, we bumped into a rather distinguished man. He’s your husband, right?”
“He might have been there to pick up some things.”
“I see. I thought he was just returning home to rest after work,” the agent cautiously inquired, “Ms. Castillo, did you discuss selling the house with your husband beforehand? It’s such a significant decision. We wouldn’t want any misunderstandings.”
It wasn’t unusual for the agent to be concerned. When encountering young couples who could afford such mansions, it was easy to assume the house belonged to the man.
Even if the property deed was in the woman’s name, there was an expectation that the man had the final say.
Leanne understood what he was implying and calmly responded, “The house is in my name. Don’t worry about it.”
The agent quickly reassured her, “That’s great to hear. I just wanted to avoid any misunderstandings that could affect our progress. Rest assured that this client seems genuinely interested in your house. Leave it to me. I’ll make sure we reach an agreement.” After ending the call, Leanne was summoned by Ruben for a consultation with a patient.
By the time she clocked out, it was already dark outside.
The spring season brought significant temperature differences between day and night. The chilly air quickly penetrated her trench coat, the wind fluttering its hem.
She stood at the hospital entrance for a moment before hailing a cab to Cry Villas.
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As she got out of the cab in the driveway, her intuition was confirmed.
Lights were on inside the villa. Someone was there.