Novel Update
Chapter 70
Entrepreneurs could be as cunning as foxes and spout lies as effortlessly as breathing.
She knew that Anthea was young and probably an easy mark.
Their diner was so remote that they barely saw any customers. They were losing money, losing thousands of dollars, and were desperate to offload the place.
But people these days were too savvy, too sharp to get fooled so easily!
“I’ll consider taking it off your hands if you waive the transfer fee.” Anthea said casually.
The lady’s ears perked up at that. She sensed an opportunity!
“Gotcha,” she thought. “The fish has bitten the bait!” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
*Sweetheart, are you pulling my leg? We’ve put our hearts into this place. Look at the decor. Isn’t it gorgeous? We used the finest materials! An $8,000 transfer fee is the least we could ask
for.*
Anthea wasn’t born yesterday. She grinned and said, “Ma’am, I prefer to shoot straight. If you want to transfer, let’s get that contract signed. If not, I’ll look elsewhere.”
“Well, go ahead and look elsewhere,” the lady bluffed, faking indifference.
From her years of business experience, she believed Anthea had set her sights on the diner and wouldn’t walk away over a measly $8,000.
After all, missing out on $8,000 wasn’t a big deal. The lady and her family had been trying to sell the diner for three months without so much as a nibble. If some sucker came along willing to take on the $18,000 rent, they’d be over the moon!
But greed was a funny thing. If they could make an extra $8,000, why not?
Anthea said nothing more and turned to leave.
The lady seemed careless, confident that Anthea would return. But when Anthea’s figure was almost out of sight without a backward glance, she panicked and ran after her. “Wait, darling! You’re so hasty! I guess we can make this deal. Let’s do it your way. I’ll waive the $8,000 transfer fee. Let’s sign that contract! I’m in a rush to emigrate anyway.”
“Fine,” Anthea nodded slightly.
The lady’s eyes sparkled with triumph. She couldn’t believe how easily she’d swayed Anthea. Anthea was such a young girl, so inexperienced in the ways of the world!
Like a calf unafraid of tigers, Anthea was about to rent a place destined to fail. She would regret it in tears later on.
“Let’s go then. We agree no take–backs once the contract is signed,” the lady said, masking her glee expertly.
11:25
Anthea smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t regret it,”
“Okay, follow me.”
An hour later. Anthea walked out onto the main street, rental contract in hand.
The lady watched Anthea leave, shaking her head in disbelief. Such a pretty young thing. What a shame she didn’t have the brains to match.
Renting a diner in such a forsaken spot, she might as well wait to start losing money!
The Christensen Mansion.
Karen handed the butter a prescription, “Larkin, please purchase the medicine listed here.”
The butler respectfully accepted it with both hands. “Very well, ma’am.”
Adah walked in from outside, curious. “What’s that, Karen? Some medicine?”
“It’s supposed to cure my chronic migraines,” Karen replied with unwavering confidence in Anthea.
Adah responded with surprise. ‘Really? Your migraines have plagued you for decades, and we’ve tried everything from mainstream medicine to ancient healing arts with no success.”
Karen nodded. “It’s true.”
“And where did this miracle prescription come from?” Adah inquired.
“My future granddaughter–in–law gave it to me,” Karen declared, beaming with pride.
“What?” Adah thought she must have misheard.