Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne knew well that many upscale housing developments had strict requirements for viewing properties, "So what are the non-negotiables for VIP clients?"

"First off, you gotta have the eligibility to purchase at Pinehollow Estates. That's the baseline. Beyond that, you need liquid assets in your account of at least twenty million, or at least one black card from one of the top five domestic banks. Of course, any other proof of your financial standing, like property deeds, would also do the trick."

Cash, savings, or black card-Roseanne had them all.

As she was pondering which option would make the best impression, Norris suddenly grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the exit while murmuring, "This is getting more ridiculous by the second. Twenty million in liquid assets? We're not in a soap opera..."

Madge whispered with a hint of sarcasm, "I wouldn't even dare to write something like this in my novels, and here you are, asking about it. You've certainly grown bold during your years away."

Then turning to the staff with an apologetic smile, "I'm terribly sorry for the disturbance. Kids playing around, you know how it is. We've wasted your time."

At that, the woman couldn't even feign politeness anymore and rolled her eyes overtly.

"Where do these bumpkins come from? Can't afford a villa and yet strut around like they're rolling in dough. Ridiculous."

Madge froze, and Norris' face soured.

But knowing they were at fault, they kept apologizing without making a fuss.

their reaction, the woman became even more relentless, "You, buying a villa? You probably can't

landed a big fish, only to

line, but isn't that

you shouldn't have come in the first place. You call yourself a customer? Do you even have the buying power? If you can't afford it, why bother looking? My time is precious, not meant to be wasted by the likes of

know we can't afford it?" Roseanne's

you can afford it as if it's that simple?

I could afford it, I wouldn't buy from

well, come back when you can actually

convinced Roseanne was just another broke poser, all talk and no substance. She'd seen her type

Roseanne nodded, her gaze sweeping the area until it landed on

past the snobbish woman towards a young girl standing diagonally across,

young girl, probably new on

tray. She looked slightly

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but nodded

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