"Mr. Hewen, what do you think?" The woman in the fur coat showed a gentle smile.

Hevin held Hal's hand and looked at the four-story gorgeous mansion, the elegant reliefs on the pillars and roof, the gardens, the fountain, and the sculptures.

Although this is a suburban area of ​​Wharton City, it is also a suburb of the western city. It is not easy to have such a large attached estate.

For a rich person, owning such a manor should be a very honorable person, but capitalists are generally unwilling to spend so much money on such a place, and most nobles cannot waste money, and they must not

Most will only live in their ancestral mansions.

For nobles, inheritance is far more important than comfort and face. If someone abandons the place passed down by the family and just finds a place with no historical heritage to live, they will be laughed at and looked down upon by other nobles.

"Ms. Joy, I want to see it for a while longer. By the way, why are you selling this place?"

The woman pretended to smile charmingly:

"Mainly because this manor is of no use if left alone, I just thought about whether I could let it play its due role and let people who like this place live here."

Of course, it's because the old guy is dead, and she wants to sell this place quickly, and then get real money to spend on various needs, such as paving the way for her husband's career and buying expensive jewelry.

Show off in front of friends.

Hewen said:

"But if I owned such a beautiful manor, I would never sell it unless I needed the money very much. It is beautiful and I can feel the care taken by its previous owner."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the woman's face:

"Really? Indeed, this is a very beautiful place, but rather than spending money to take care of it every day, it would be better to sell it..."

Hewen waved his hand:

"Let's go inside and take a look."

The woman stopped immediately and smiled again:

"Mr. Hevin, follow me."

Joey took out the key first and opened the door, then looked at Hevin expectantly.

Hevin could tell that Joy wanted to sell the house, as if if she couldn't sell it today, she might not have the chance in the future.

Just as Hevin thought, Joey really cherished this guest.

Because except for him, almost no one in Wharton is willing to buy this place.

Even though Joey has repeatedly lowered the price, as long as someone wants to buy the place, their friends will talk them out of it.

They only have to say one thing.

The last person to live here was old Jerry.

Hevin looked around at the decoration of the house. It was in the style of the sixteenth century, and unlike other decorations, it was merely a retro style and a parody.

The moment he stepped into the door, he even felt like he was back four hundred years ago.

It was as if the person who decorated this house, like him, had lived in the sixteenth century.

Hewen looked at the wall above the hall, where a giant painting two meters high hung.

There are four people in the painting.

The one on the far left is a beautiful woman with a gentle smile, and standing in the middle is a handsome man with blond hair, holding a young baby in his arm.

The one on the far right is a gloomy-looking man in gray. He looks much gloomier than the other two, but when he stands next to the man, there is a strange atmosphere between them.

Joey followed Hevin's eyes and looked at the portrait.

When she saw the man and woman on the left and the baby in their arms, all the complicated emotions in her eyes disappeared, leaving only pure tenderness.

But when she looked at the man on the far right, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Joey stood next to Hevin:

"My parents and I, if you mind, I'll find someone to deal with it right away."

Hewen asked in surprise:

"You don't want it anymore? This painting."

Joey didn't want Hewen to think that he was a heartless person, so he quickly smiled:

"I still have many portraits of my father at home, but I particularly don't like this one."

Hewen looked at the gloomy man on the far right:

"Is it because of that person?"

Joey hummed:

"Mr. Hevin, he is not human."

Hewen said curiously:

"not human?"

Joey explained:

"What I mean is that he is not a real person, he is a figure in my father's hallucination. I have never seen this person in my life. Even my mother told me that he does not exist at all.

"This guy is completely my father's imagination. The old guy has already lost his mind and gone crazy. Some underground kingdom..."

Joey paused and suddenly realized that he had said too much:

"Sorry, it's nothing. Anyway, I don't like this painting very much. If you want to keep it, you can. If not, I can find someone to help you get rid of it."

Hewen nodded slightly:

"I'll handle it myself."

Joey was delighted:

"Mr. Hevin, do you mean to buy this place?"

Hewen said:

"too expensive."

Joey's expression changed:

"Five million pounds is already very cheap. You have to remember that this is Wharton, the political center of the country, and it is also very close to the West End. Mr. Hevin also knows that the residents of the West End are rich people, nobles, and parliamentarians.

And there are often a large number of knights patrolling around here..."

Hewen interrupted:

"You're right, but you can't sell this place to someone else, can you?"

Joey was silent for a moment.

She took two steps forward, almost touching Hevin.

Mrs. Joy inherited her parents' beautiful appearance and attractive figure. She has always been very confident in herself.

If it was to sell this place, she was willing to make some sacrifices, not to mention that Mr. Hevin was actually very handsome.

Joey looked up at Hewen with charming eyes and licked his lips:

"Mr. Hevin, I really need this money..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt herself being pushed away by a pair of soft but strong hands.

A blond girl was looking at her menacingly.

Mrs. Joy also thought that the girl was Hevin's mistress or something. This kind of situation is not uncommon in Wharton City, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"It's okay." Hevin patted Ha La on the shoulder.

"Ms. Joy, I can only pay nine hundred thousand pounds."

Joey shouted at the top of his voice:

"No way! This place is worth at least four million."

Although this place couldn't really be worth five million, she just opened her mouth first. It would be best if Hewen could agree, but even if he didn't agree, she could slowly negotiate the price.

But 900,000 is too little. Even if the price keeps dropping in the past few days, her base price has always been at 2 million.

Hewen said:

"One million, the extra 100,000 is to pay for Ms. Joy's travel expenses."

Joey warned:

"What's the fare?"

Hewen said:

"It's the cost to get to the casino, and there's not much time left. Why don't Ms. Joy pay back the money?"

If Ms. Joy had told the truth on some issues, Hevin would not have done so.

Joey bit his lips and looked at Hewen with moist, aggrieved eyes:

"Mr. Hevin..."

Hewen said:

"How about the last price, 1.5 million, so your husband won't notice how much money you threw away at the casino?"

Mrs. Joy agreed:

"good!"
Chapter completed!