Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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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the money as

high demand, and rent was paid

the agent quickly changed tack and nodded. "Sure thing, no problem. This situation

went to sign the contract and

but before signing, we had the contract reviewed

Jane mused, "Isn't it strange how fortunes seem to turn? Just when we've had a

the Shaw family might create some complications, but after waiting for a few days, there

a sigh of

about the background of

let me lease an

Mrs. Shaw had attempted to interfere but was disregarded

just as I was considering new product ideas, I

answered calmly, "Does Mr. Frost have time to go with me to pick