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.

cockiness had vanished entirely, his face clouding

up, her voice slicing

look! There are shops over

where Joyce directed, and sure enough, a series

a shop

that, I could definitely

than enthusiastic. Her experience of the opulent upper levels had set a high bar that this basement level

stories are

she waved a dismissive hand, her nose wrinkling at the pervasive, musty

maintained his brisk pace, guiding them deeper into the busier part of the basement. They navigated a corner and halted abruptly at the end

Joyce looked around, bewildered.

us to a damn restroom? We don’t need to use

the bathroom and announced, “Over there is

the door was opened, the room was engulfed in darkness, an eerie silence pervading the air. Joyce paused, using her phone’s flashlight to pierce

her elicited a sharp

“It’s full of trash!”

screams echoing off the walls of the tight

unimpressed, merely rolled his

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