Riches in Disguise

"Alright, Mr. White. As long as you don't mind the price, this will be easy. By tomorrow at the latest, I'll give you an answer," Mason said.

I thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your help."

After dinner, I followed Jane to her rented apartment. She was still hesitating downstairs, unwilling to go up. After I gave her several pointed looks, she finally took me to the seventh floor.

The building was very old. It was seven stories high, but it had no elevator.

I was out of breath when we reached the seventh floor. But when I saw the door, I

felt slightly relieved. At least the door looked secure, with a fairly new lock.

However, as soon as I stepped inside, I was stunned.

There was no entryway or living room, just a narrow corridor.

To make things worse, two people were squatting in the hallway, cleaning shoes, and doing laundry. As I walked through, I noticed about seven or eight doors along both sides of the corridor, with voices coming from each one.

This was just a typical residential building converted into rental rooms. Even without having lived here, I could tell that the safety hazards and fire risks were off the charts. How could anyone live here?

Jane's room was at the very end. Before opening the door, she gave me one last nervous glance as if gathering the courage to push the door open and let me in.

Just standing in the doorway made me feel suffocated.

The room had a double bed, and there was barely any space. There was no room to move after squeezing a suitcase and a few pairs of shoes.

There was a clothesline above the bed, with several clothes hanging, including some wet ones, waiting to dry.

A small table was next to the bed, piled with books.

"I'll give you ten minutes to pack your stuff and come out."

"Okay."

I couldn't stay any longer. The place was giving me the chills. So, I stepped back outside.

About ten minutes later, Jane emerged with her suitcase. When she saw me, she couldn't help but say, "I've paid for half a year's fent, and five months are left. The landlord won't refund the rent."

"How dare he ask you for rent!"

Honestly, even a dog would have a better place to live than this.

"How much is the rent?"

"180 dollars a month."

It wasn't too bad. The landlord wasn't being completely unreasonable.

But I couldn't hold back my frustration. "You should sublet it for 100 dollars a month! For now, just stay at Imperia Manor. I'll arrange something else for you tomorrow."

"No, Will. I... I'd rather stay at Imperia Manor."

"I know you don't like staying there. Otherwise, you wouldn't have rented this place..."

I frowned as I continued, "You ran out, and Sophia didn't even bother to report it to me. She's getting too bold, isn't she?"

Jane hurriedly replied, "No, no. Sophia's been really good to me. She understands my situation and knows what I want. I begged her not to tell you."noveldrama

Regardless of their reasons, it was clear that the two women had secretly teamed up to deceive me. There was no denying it.

But since Victor had helped me so

much recently, I couldn't bring myself to blame Sophia. I decided to take a taxi to drop Jane off at the villa and then wait for news from Mason.

Back in the dorm, I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

At that moment, Benjamin

approached and said, "William, Tiffany's going back home tomorrow. She really likes you and

wants to see you again before she

leaves. How about you come with

me to send her off?"

Liam, who was nearby, wasn't happy. "What about me? You mean Tiffany doesn't

want to see me before she leaves?"