Something less genteel had happened. Deborah hesitantly said, “Exle, remember how land you and I were thinking about selling the house? I had it listed, but when you greed… I called the agency repeatedly, asking if they would bring a buyer over to view the property.”

Digitized, Evehem should know about it. Ewehn’s spin is that the Southan call-option wasn’t a scam. Adem’t have to worry about whether they have enough money. I’m working now, and my annual dividends won’t be small. There’s no need to sell the house that we live in.

Debes had good intentions. Deborah was afraid she was being mistreated by the Grant family and wanted her to have something solid to hold onto. She hesitated before sighing. “But the buyer is insisting on a… I don’t understand why they’re still pursuing it after I had the listing removed.” Eve rubbed her temples. “Tip, check it out. Don’t worry about it.”

Deborah sighed again but didn’t press the matter. She sensed that Evehen had changed in the past; she was constantly buried in work, day and night. It worried her. She thought maybe her granddaughter was suffering in her marriage, so she figured selling the house and giving Evrim the money might give her some security.

All things meant little to her now. At her age, she didn’t have many years left. But since Evelyn refused, she wouldn’t force it. Eve quickly gathered her things, called the agency back, and confirmed the listing location before taking the subway there.

At the real estate office, a young agent greeted her with an eager smile. “Ms. Reed, the buyer is very wealthy! If you agree to sell, you’ll make way above market value. You’ve got an amazing…”

Lucas leaned back leisurely, his gaze slowly settling on her. His voice was casual, indifferent. “Have you got time to talk now?”

A sharp pain stabbed at her chest. So, this was why he had called earlier.

She sat with Tiffany, her expression composed as she scrolled through her phone. From them, it was Mason, who had been texting, but he looked up in amusement. Tiffany barely reacted. Mason, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

She took a slow, unwinding breath before stepping forward. “You’re the ones trying to buy my grandmother’s house?”

Chas headed as he said, “Nope, not me—but…” He nodded toward Tillany. Tillany had been searching for a house for Millie ever since they moved back because Millie’s health wasn’t that great. Out of all the options, Millie had fallen in love with this one. Tiffany was surprised to find that Evelyn was the seller of the said property. This was a woman who had been married into wealth and supposedly living comfortably, yet here she was, selling Deborah’s house. Meanwhile, Tiffany was spending millions to ensure her mother lived well. The contrast was glaring.

Evelyn’s face turned paler, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected this. Tillany straightened her legs and finally looked at her. “My mother really likes this house. Name your price.”

Evelyn’s lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at her. Deborah’s house was in a prime location. The property was worth at least 20 million dollars. But the way Tillany spoke about it, it was as if she were just picking up groceries. Evelyn’s gaze flicked to Lucas, as if this had nothing to do with him. Her voice wavered slightly as she said, “I’m not selling.”

Lucas knew this was Deborah’s home. Yet he had brought his mistress to buy it. What did he take her and Deborah for? Deborah already knew about his affair. How would she react if she found out about this?

Tillany gave a small, knowing smile. “You can take your time to think. Like I said, name your price.” She paused before adding in a slow, deliberate tone, “Opportunities like this don’t come often. Even if you work hard your whole life, you might never earn this kind of money.” This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for someone like Evelyn. After all, she wasn’t particularly skilled, nor did she have an impressive academic background. This could be her way out. Lucas remained silent, watching Evelyn with an unreadable expression. He neither defended nor intervened.

Evelyn’s lips curled into a cold smile. She had never been one to fight over things. But at that moment, she stared directly at Tillany and said, “You and I both know the Moocel family doesn’t have the financial means to buy a 20-million-dollar property.” The real wedding elite, the old-money families—they write in a different league. Even if Mike had a decent settlement from her divorce, it wouldn’t be enough to play at this level.

Tillany’s brows twitched slightly. Haion frowned, clearly annoyed. “Ho need to get hostile. It’s just a business deal.” The implication: he was turning the affair away because the buyer was Tillany. But Mason didn’t take her rejection seriously. No matter how much she protested now, he figured she would eventually cave.