The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 173

The receptionist barely had time to look up before she blurted out, "Mr. Chris, the first appointment is with Miss Lena."

"Shut up," Chris snapped, glaring at her like she'd just spilled red wine on his designer suit. "Since when is it your job to run my business?"

Nancy narrowed her eyes, watching the scene unfold. Chris was the head honcho at Maple Grove Residences' sales department, and it was clear as day he was pulling strings for Cyrus.

Judson, with his jaw set like stone, said, "Chris, didn't you hear what the receptionist just said? Lena was the first to set up an appointment."

Chris was about to retort with some snide remark when his eyes locked with Judson's icy stare. The words died in his throat, replaced by a strange sense of unease.

Cyrus chimed in, unruffled, "Does it really matter who booked first, Nancy? Maybe you should be asking why you can't give Nancy what she wants."

Judson's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Sarah let out a soft laugh, "Mr. Buchanan, we're just here for the formalities. Mr. Gordon's purchase is a done deal internally, isn't that right, Mr. Chris?"

said, lifting his chin slightly, his gaze flicking dismissively over Nancy. "Miss Lena, I'm aware you're a rising star in the Ardenweald design scene, but Mr. Gordon here is a billionaire from Sunhaven. His financial capacity matches

but don't worry,

it clear he'd rather cozy up to someone like Cyrus than

expression turned even grimmer as he

shot back, "Maple Grove Residences follows a first-come, first-served policy. Mr. Chris, is your financial evaluation based on your personal standards or the actual rules of Maple Grove?" Chris visibly flinched at her sharp words, his bravado slipping as he glanced nervously between Nancy and

Maple Grove's sales manager, I

cold, as if

couldn't stop himself from trembling under Judson's intense gaze. "Yes, and it's none

through the tension like a hot knife through butter, "Chris, who gave you permission to sell the villa to

presence enough to make Chris' face go

appearance left Chris floundering for composure. Meanwhile, Lenard burst in

first appointment. The house should be yours," Lenard

here seems to value

preferential treatment."