So my mother and her precious relatives were about to watch their windfall vanish into thin air.
Perfect.
Jordan excused himself to print some documents, leaving me to wait in the reception hall.
With nothing better to do, I wandered through the showroom—and stopped dead.
Walking through the entrance were my mother, my sister, and my aunt and uncle's entire family.
They were dressed to impress. Designer clothes. Gold jewelry dripping from their wrists and necks. Clearly, the moment they'd heard about the demolition payout, they'd gone on a spending spree.
The second my mother spotted me, her expression soured. She marched over, heels clicking against the marble floor.
"Corinne. What are you doing here?"
"Buying a house," I said simply.
Her face twisted with disbelief. "You? Buy a house? The cheapest units here start at millions. Where would you get that kind of money?"
Before I could respond, Penelope sidled up beside her, smirking.
"Oh, I get it now." Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "You must have found out we're about to receive our five-million-dollar payout and came here to spy on us. Followed us to see what we'd buy, didn't you?"