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

Chapter 175

Michael looked straight at Nancy, "Lena, I'm really sorry for the trouble you faced today. I absolutely despise such behavior. How about I give you a 50% discount?"

Nancy paused, her fingers hovering in mid-air.

Even Lenard was taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief. "A 50% discount!"

Holy cow, the only villa for sale in Maple Grove Residences was already a bargain at a few million dollars, and now it's half off. Considering everything, that's a savings of thirty million. Talk about a total win! Michael's gaze discreetly swept over to Judson, who seemed to be exuding a bit of pride, like he was waiting for a pat on the back. But before Michael could bask in his excitement, he caught Judson's icy

stare.

Michael was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Wait a second, was the discount too small?

Judson was indeed thinking along those lines; he would have preferred a 90% discount. Five percent off was just not cutting it! Michael needed to learn a lesson.

The house was originally intended as a gift for Nancy.

While Michael and Judson were having their silent exchange, Sarah, who had been silent for a while, suddenly exploded.

have you lost your mind? Selling the Maple Grove Residences at such a low price to Nancy?

she faced Sarah. "So, slandering me is your best shot because you can't

a house worth seventy million for

uneasy

house. She is

chuckled coldly, "Still dreaming? Nancy won't buy my house, but Lena will." "Exactly, does my Nancy need you two

was fuming, but

tone was sharp, "Sure, I wouldn't sell this

"Sarah, you think I sold it cheaply because I have a crush on Lena? No, my connection with Miss Lena

design is unmatched. The Ferguson

ever reach half of Miss Lena's success, maybe I'd give you

Sarah was left speechless.

time for you two to leave," Michael

with Cyrus' level of intellect manage to win over

because Cyrus proposed a hundred

and Judson with a smile. "Let's not let this little incident spoil our mood.

slightly,

Nancy's hand, whispering tenderly,