Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 97

Chapter 97:

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

Jerry folded his arms, his voice laced with a flat, impatient tone.

“Are you coming to check it out or not? If you’re not interested, I can just go.”

Reluctantly, the trio stifled their objections and trailed after him.

As they moved deeper, an unsettling feeling crept up on them.

Joyce edged closer to Katrina, her voice a nervous whisper.

“Mom, what is this place? Why are we wandering through a parking garage?” Katrina’s face grew troubled, her anxiety palpable.

They were supposed to be shown the 18th to 20th floors, yet here they were, in the basement.

they progressed, Caiden’s prior cockiness had vanished entirely,

Joyce perked up, her voice slicing

There are

to where Joyce directed, and sure enough,

gestured towards a

that, I

than enthusiastic. Her experience of the opulent upper levels had set

stories

she waved a dismissive hand, her nose wrinkling

the busier part of the basement. They navigated a corner and halted abruptly at

Joyce looked around, bewildered.

us to a damn

lit area near the bathroom and announced, “Over there is the space for your shop.” He then proceeded

eerie silence pervading the air. Joyce paused, using her phone’s flashlight to

that greeted her elicited a sharp

“It’s full of trash!”

exploded, their screams echoing off

merely rolled

where we store restroom supplies. It’s dusty, and, unfortunately, roughly 100 square meters. The final offer stands,