Regrt 240

Chapter 240

“Sure, it’s been a while. Thanks, Miss Greenwood.” Mentioning that old shop made my mouth water too. It served traditional bone broth with a touch of chili and vinegar, a specialty far different from the soup bases at chain restaurants, which often included sesame paste or milk.

Just as we got into the car, the real estate agent came running after us, panting. “Ms. Wilson, Miss Greenwood, please wait! The owner of the property you viewed yesterday morning has responded. They are willing to lower the rent.”

“Which property?” asked Jane.

“The one next door, the office space across the street.” The agent pointed to a tall building just across the road. The rent there was higher than this one, and while Jane and I were satisfied, we hadn’t seriously considered taking it.

After exchanging glances, Jane spoke up, declining, “Forget it. Even if they lower it, we don’t have that much capital to invest in rent right now.”

“They’re willing to lower it to this amount.” The agent held up a few fingers, gesturing. “The owner said they consulted a fortune teller recently and decided to do a good deed by lowering the price.”

The superstitious reason left Jane and me somewhat bewildered.

Learning from past experience, Jane was cautious. “We won’t have to deal with another eccentric like we did earlier, will we?”

“No, this owner is very busy. Even signing contracts is done through courier. It won’t happen again like today.” The agent smiled awkwardly, then asked, “Do you want it? If so, I’ll prepare the contract.”

“We do.” Finding an office that satisfied us both in terms of quality and price was rare. I hesitated and asked, “Can we pay a deposit first? We’ll

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gather the rest of the money as soon as possible ”

Office spaces in this area were in high demand, and rent was paid annually, involving a significant sum.

initially hesitant, the agent quickly changed tack and nodded. “Sure thing, no problem. This situation isn’t uncommon.”

In no time, we went to sign the contract and paid the deposit.

I had worried about potential pitfalls, but before signing, we had the contract reviewed by a lawyer who confirmed it was favorable to our interests.

On the way to dinner, Jane mused, “Isn’t it strange how fortunes seem to turn? Just when we’ve had a stroke of bad luck, we encounter someone doing a good deed.”

“Perhaps.”

I had thought the Shaw family might create some complications, but after waiting for a few days, there was no news from the agent about the owner intending to breach the contract,

I breathed a sigh of relief.

However, I was curious about the background of the building’s owner.

Mrs. Shaw was undoubtedly furious and unlikely to let me lease an office smoothly, yet strangely, there were no further issues.

It was possible Mrs. Shaw had attempted to interfere but was disregarded entirely.

One day, just as I was considering new product ideas, I received a call from Gary.

I answered calmly, “Does Mr. Frost have time to go with me to pick up, the divorce certificate?”

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“Mrs. Frost…”

Gary’s tone grew serious. After a moment’s hesitation, he continued, ” Mr. Frost has been in an accident. He… doesn’t want me to tell you, but seeing him wear the cufflinks you designed for him every day made me think I should inform you:”

“What do you mean? When did this happen?”

I suddenly panicked, jumping to my feet, still unclear about the situation but already frantically searching for my car keys.

Gary answered truthfully, “Mr. Frost was seriously injured. Someone deliberately set him up him two nights ago.”