Chapter 72
Additionally, Charlotte was about to marry Jonathan. If she was shown to have a poor reputation, wouldn’t she get showered with
endless criticism?
“Ah… If it weren’t for someone having Charlotte’s back, she would’ve gotten thoroughly chewed out this time,” Emma said, sneering disdainfully over the phone.
Giselle brushed it off and said, “She still has many opportunities to get beaten and scolded.”
Charlotte could have lived a prosperous and fulfilling life for the rest of her life, but she wasn’t satisfied and insisted on stirring up trouble. As long as it belonged to Giselle, Charlotte would try her best and stop at nothing to snatch it away from her.
Such clown–like behavior wasn’t worth Giselle wasting her time on.
After chatting for a while more, Giselle received a message from the property agent. They said that the condominium she previously commissioned off for sale had already been bid on by a buyer for the price of four million dollars.
Giselle felt quite satisfied with that amount. It was 300 thousand dollars more than she had expected it to sell for.
“When will the contract be signed?” she asked.
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property agent said that the buyer was only free at 2:00 pm and hoped to do the handover soon.
Giselle expressed her agreement for the arrangement.
She posted an update that she was taking a break and that the afternoon live stream was canceled. Thanks to that day’s trending
Twitter topic, her follower count had already surpassed one million.
Giselle was definitely the first person who didn’t want to do a live stream while her traffic was at its peak.
After arriving early at the condominium, Gesille felt her mood turn complicated while being in its surroundings. She had spent a total of less than four years in that apartment, including the time she lived in it.
When the apartment was first listed for sale, Giselle had begrudgingly taken out a loan to secure it as part of her wedding gift.
She dreamed of the day she would marry Jonathan, but before that could happen, he had a change of heart.
The smile on her lips was tinged with mockery, and the sound of the opening doors brought her out of her stupor.
“Ms. Stone, I apologize. There was a bit of traffic on the way. I brought the contract with me. Please review it,” the property agent said as they brought the buyer in.
As soon as their gazes met, the other woman immediately recognized Giselle. “Giselle? Why is it you?”
The sharp–sounding voice had a strong hint of disgust in its tone.
Giselle had also recognized the other woman. Wasn’t she the woman who confessed to Chester while drunk outside the toilet that
Chippher
day? The world was indeed quite small.
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“Why can’t it be me?” Giselle shot back, raising an eyebrow as she did so. She showed no signs of backing down or getting
intimidated.
Jasmine Sinclair was displeased with Giselle’s attitude and couldn’t help but mock, “Giselle, what are you trying to pull without
Jonathan’s backing?”
Giselle understood what was going on from hearing just that one sentence. It seemed that Jasmine hadn’t seen her face clearly
outside the toilet the other day.
If not, she would have said that Giselle was shameless enough to latch onto Chester now that she didn’t have Jonathan anymore.
Instantly, the atmosphere tensed, and the property agent felt immense pressure bearing down on him. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and tried to smoothen things over.” Ms. Sinclair, this is Ms. Stone, the owner of the apartment…”
Hearing this piece of information made Jasmine’s expression turn even uglier. She looked down on Giselle, but now, she had not
choice but to buy her house… How utterly frustrating!
Giselle disregarded Jasmine and sat down on the couch, flipping through the contract the property agent brought. The buying price was listed as four million dollars. Giselle didn’t think that a wealthy heiress like Jasmine would want to buy a second–hand
house. There had to be some scheming involved.
Jasmine gritted her teeth and angrily tossed a bank card onto the coffee table. “Giselle, this bank card had four million dollars. Hurry up and take it, then get out of my house!”
The contract hadn’t been signed yet, and the household registration was incomplete, yet Jasmine had already started calling it
her house.
Giselle laughed. She glanced at the bank card on the table and closed the file in her hand.
“I’m not selling it anymore,” she said.
