Henrick cast Arielle a reassuring look before he regarded his own mother. “You’re unwell, Mom, and
that’s why your appetite is poor. Regardless, you should at least try to have some…”
Through Henrick’s persuasion, Malorie managed to consume a few but completely lost her enthusiasm
by the fourth piece. “Enough. I’m done eating.”
With a sigh, Henrick motioned for Arielle to leave with his hand, and the latter vocalized her
acknowledgment before she turned to head out.
No one noticed the sly curl upon her lips.
Of course it’s awful.
She had a reason to make it tasty while they were out in the countryside. Now that the situation did not
call for it, why would she put in the effort at all?
It was not as if she was here to be Malorie’s personal cook!
Henrick, though, was not going to suspect foul play because how would it have occurred to him that a
dutiful and filial daughter like her could harbor such deviousness?
Apart from Vinson, she had no desire to spend the rest of her life making ravioli for anyone else as far as
she was concerned.
That was when she became aware of those intrusive thoughts about Vinson sneaking up on her. She
shook her head and cast them out before she returned to the room to make some preparations for the
matter concerning Teddy.
Now that she had ascertained that Henrick was her enemy, there was no reason to delay things further,
and being tired of pretending to be docile, she wanted to see this through as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in a sales office in the Western Hemisphere.
This was Epea’s only sales office that dealt exclusively in premium luxury real estate and also where all
relevant transactions throughout Epea would be conducted
If he were to pretend to shop, he had to do so at a place that seemed fitting for him so that those who hid
in the shadows would not question their motives.
Vinson and Jordan hence strode inside confidently.
The dignified air with which the remarkable-looking duo carried themselves immediately impressed upon
the sales manager there that these were two exceptionally wealthy individuals, and that prompted the
manager to approach them with a welcoming smile.
The sales manager, Charles Bose, was a polyglot who promptly addressed them in fluent Chanaean
when he recognized their nationality. “A very good afternoon to you, gentlemen. Might you be interested
in acquiring
some property?”
Vinson did not reply and acted casually, but in truth, he was carefully scrutinizing his surroundings.
Jordan, to his side, looked the part of a loaded scion with his hands stuck inside his own pockets. “What
do you have to recommend? Money is no object.”
That certainly got Charles’ undivided attention.
He immediately gestured cordially and led the duo to the front of a scaled architectural model where he
enthused, “Here’s a building located in the south of Chanaea. It’s twenty-seven stories high and has a
floor area spanning some forty-thousand square meters…”
Vinson raised a hand and stopped the sales manager, catching the latter off guard. “What’s the matter,
Sir? Do you not like it?”
The poker-faced Vinson replied, “I’m not interested in properties within Chanaea.”
“We want something in the area that we’ll be able to view in person today,” added Jordan.
Charles scratched his head and replied, “That has to be the modern mansion in Lightspring then. It’s a
three hour drive from here.”
Vinson looked toward Jordan who read his mind right away. “The scaled model won’t tell us much. It’ll be
better if you can take us there directly.”
“All right. Let me go fetch the key and then we can be on our way.”
Charles hurried away after a bow and returned with a key card in short order. “We can go now. Shall we
take my car, or?”
“Ours. You’ll take the wheel.”
“Understood,” said Charles who then quickly followed the two out of the door.
En route, the sales manager continued to sing the praises of the mansion in Lightspring.
“This particular mansion, which spans thousand-five hundred square meters, is the creation of the luxury
architectural maestro Clean. It features your archetypical open concept living space and automated full-
length casement windows…”
Vinson nearly dozed off in the backseat while he listened.
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