But Henry leaned back, arrogance radiating from every word. “No need. I’ve already signed it. And don’t think I don’t know the law; the apartment’s mine now.”
The sales manager hesitated, then spoke softly. “Mr. Madron, Mr. Rowse has already signed the contract. The apartment legally belongs to him.”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard. “What the hell did you just say?”
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The manager lowered his gaze, avoiding my stare. Something wasn’t right. “You know each other, don’t you?” I demanded.
He didn’t answer, but his silence said everything. How the hell did Henry even know I was here?
“I’m calling the police,” I said flatly.
Henry snorted. “Go ahead. You owe me this, anyway. When you were with my sister, she said you’d help me prepare a wedding gift. I’m getting married now, so this is it.”
I looked at him, disbelief curdling into fury. Some people had no shame. Then the sales manager, no, his accomplice, stepped in smoothly.
“I can prove it,” he said. “Mr. Madron voluntarily bought the house for Mr. Rowse. I don’t understand why you’re calling the police.”
My jaw clenched. “Eleven million dollars. What do you get out of this?”