A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 50 A Knave's Thought

Essie ran after William, but he was nowhere to be found when she reached downstairs. Even if she wanted to call him, but she did, because she did not have his contact details.

That time, Zac was accompanying her parents to buy furniture in shops in the city. Essie was chasing an order, so she was unable to go with them.

She thought the matter was one of great importance, so she immediately called Zac and asked him to return as soon as possible.

Zac calmly looked at the property ownership certificate, but there was an unfathomable glint in his eyes. "I didn't bring my ID card yesterday. You were the one who signed the contract, so I put your name on the property ownership certificate."

"Wasn't it William who took care of it? Why didn't he tell you about it?" Essie let out a sigh, exasperated at the carelessness of the staff at the Housing Management Bureau.

"William had no idea until he got the certificate. It doesn't matter, though, as long as it has one of our names," Zac said in an indifferent tone, but Essie was sweating. How could it not matter? The house belonged to the person whose name appeared on the property certificate. In case they got divorced later, he could only get half of the property.

'Is this person really that kind or just too gullible? Doesn't he even know the basics, like keeping one's heart hidden for the sake of self-preservation?' It was lucky that he met her; had it been another woman, that person would have already extorted money from him. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hurry, call William and ask him to replace the name in the property ownership certificate. This is your house, Zac. Every square inch of the floor and every brick are yours. It has nothing to do with me."

Zac sighed, an embarrassed look crossing his face. "Once the certificate has been submitted, we can't change it anymore. Changes have to be processed as a transfer. However, the service charge and business tax fees add up to nearly one hundred thousand dollars if the property is transferred within five years."

"That much?" exclaimed Essie in shock.

"Just leave it be. We'll talk about it after five years," Zac said with a confident smile. He knew her. She was always careful with money and would never give money for nothing.

Sure enough, Essie fell silent again, her bright black eyes looking slightly glassy, as if deep in thought.

After several long moments, she gently bit her lip and asked, "What about the property agreement I gave you last time?"

Zac opened a drawer and brought out the document.

Essie saw that the agreement was already signed.

Surprise and shame filled her at the sight.

There was an adage saying that, "A knave thinks of others in terms of his own desires". That seemed particularly suitable for her at that moment.

She bit her lip and tore the agreement in half. "I'll draw up another agreement stating that you'll get the house after we divorce."

She turned around to leave, but Zac stopped her. "Do we really need this?"

Essie turned to him, expression slightly confused. "Aren't you worried that I might end up sharing the property with you?"

He smiled. "If you want it, I will give the entire thing to you, including myself. What do you think?"

It was a very serious matter, but Zac did not seem to think so. The way he said it, it was like he was teasing her.

"Don't even dream of tying me up!" Essie said in a mock warning tone. She pouted her lips and pretended to be angry at him. "You may have made a small fortune and own a house now, but I still don't see the appeal. I'm not the sort of person who is moved by wealth and power. So after we get divorced, I'll give you back the whole house. Just call me, and I will take my ID card and go to the Housing Management Bureau to have the property transferred." Meeting Zac's inscrutable glance, Essie continued resolutely, "Also, when I move into your house, I intend to pay the rent to you monthly according to the family rule. I won't be a freeloader."

Zac's eyes flickered slightly. He put his arms around Essie's shoulders and said, "My dear wife, you should know better by now..."

"Know what?" Essie asked quizzically.