Good Novel
Chapter 326
Camila squinted through the peephole, checking out who was on the other side of the door.
It wasn't anyone she recognized-neither Young nor Alan.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cautious.
"Hi, are you Ms. Camila? My name's Henry Hoover. My mom told me some tiles on your balcony wall were coming loose, so she sent me to take a look," the guy outside replied. Camila remembered she had indeed called the landlady a few days ago about the loose tiles on the balcony. The landlady had promised to send someone over to check it out. So, she opened the door. "Sorry for the trouble," she said politely.
The moment Henry saw her, he was taken aback by her beauty. His mom wasn't kidding; not only was this tenant strikingly beautiful, but she also had a gentle and polite demeanor. It made him understand his mother's intentions even more clearly.
"Come on in," Camila invited.
Henry snapped back to reality and walked in with a warm smile. His eyes naturally drifted towards the balcony wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral vision caught sight of clothes drying on a rack, and he paused.
At the same time, Connor, who was in the bedroom, overheard the conversation. A frown creased his brow as a wave of unease washed over him. He quickly got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked out of the bedroom and saw Henry standing next to Camila, his eyes immediately became wary. Henry turned around and saw a tall, muscular, and handsome young man staring at him with a guarded look.
Feeling a chill, Connor moved next to Camila and casually wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming out to check the tiles on a weekend." The emphasis on "our home" was hard to miss.
Henry nodded, trying to stay composed. "Yeah, this property is pretty old; it's bound to have some issues." He stressed the words "this property."
The tension between the two men was palpable.
Connor chuckled lightly. "Yeah, this place is small and old, not exactly comfortable."
Henry shot him a disdainful smirk.
"True, it can't compare to the mansions around here. But it's in a prime location, convenient
transportation, and a top-notch net
school district. The market value of this place is about $100,000 per square meter-out of reach for many working-class folks."
His words were dripping with superiority.
Connor looked at him with scorn and laughed coldly. "Indeed, it can't match the nearby mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill Estate. "How much do you think a place there goes for?" Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
Henry rolled his eyes. "The most expensive in the city, at least a hundred million each, I suppose." He chuckled provocatively. "That's my goal."
Connor shook his head with a mocking smile. "Who sets their goals that low? You?"
Henry paused, confused by Connor's comment.
Connor continued, "The top-floor suite in Cedarhill Estate? That's mine."
Henry was stunned! This guy actually owned a property in Cedarhill Estate! A sense of pressure and defeat washed over him. Then he decided Connor must be bluffing. With a disdainful tone, he said, "Oh really? Then why are you living in this small place?"
Connor glanced at Camila with a
tender look. "My girlfriend and I had
a fight. She moved out of our place in Cedarhill Estate to this little apartment. I'm just here trying to win her back."