“Harvey, did you make a mistake with the price? It’s 12,000 a month, not 1,200! Do you think a stinky loser can afford such a high price?” As soon as she saw Christopher’s appearance, Isabella knew that he was a poor boy with no money. She had seen too many penniless people like him, who didn’t even have a single piece of decent clothing. How could such a loser be able to pay the rent of 12,000 a month? She figured that amount was his net income for a year! I meet a lot of idiots every year, but this year, there seem to be more than usual. How dare you act pretentious on my turf! Watch out or I might end up slapping you! “Ms. Langford!” Embarrassment was no longer enough to describe the current expression on Harvey’s face. What’s going on? He didn’t know how to deal with the situation, so he could only flash Isabella a smile. “In fact, I’ve told Mr. Yard the price, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation. He was even ready to sign the contract. Ms. Langford, do you think it’s—” Harvey asked. After all, Isabella was the homeowner, so she still had the say in whether to rent it or not. “Sign the contract? What contract? I won’t rent it! I won’t rent it!” Isabella waved her hand impatiently. “Harvey, change the details of my house to say that it’s only for sale and not for rent, lest any Tom, Dick, and Harry come running to my house with the excuse of wanting to take a look. They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror instead; is Fairview District a place where people like them can live? You’re just a lower-class pariah who only dresses in off-the-rack clothes! This house is worth more than 2 million. 2 million. Do you know that? Talking to you guys is a waste of time. Get out of here!” When she was done, Isabella glanced at Christopher in disgust, as if he was some kind of wild animal. In fact, Christopher was about to take Samantha’s hand and leave, but when he heard Isabella’s statements, he stopped. This b*tch! She must be addicted to telling people off. Pariah? Who are you calling a pariah? Christopher was already a little angry because Isabella called Samantha a ‘sl*tty girl’. But now, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. You b*tch! What’s wrong with this world? Why do some self-righteous people always like to judge others by their appearance? Oh? A person who wears off-the-rack clothes is considered poor? Do rich people have to wear gold necklaces, luxury goods, and dress up like a clown? I just like wearing off-the-rack clothes. What’s wrong with that? You’re looking down on others, huh? All right! One’s reputation is as important to a person as bark is to a tree. Today, I’ll deal with you! Taking a deep breath, Christopher asked, “How much did you just say this house cost?” “How much does it cost?” Isabella barked a cold laugh. “2 million. Why? You can’t possibly want to buy this house! Do you even have that much money?” “What if I do?” Christopher retorted in a steady tone. “You do?” Isabella reckoned Christopher was having a mental lapse. Otherwise, why would he say such a stupid thing? She smiled disdainfully, then vowed, “Forget about 2 million—as long as you can give me 1 million, I’ll sell this house to you!” The price of every piece of clothing on this poor loser adds up to less than 50, yet he’s saying that he has 1 million? Are you kidding me? “You said it yourself!” Christopher exclaimed as soon as he heard this, and his eyes gleamed brightly. As he spoke, he took the paper and pen from Harvey, then proceeded to write something on it. Handing the pen and paper to Isabella, Christopher said, “Sign it!”“Sign it? Sign what?” Isabella cast a suspicious look at Christopher. “Verbal agreements aren’t guaranteed. Who knows if you’ll end up regretting it when I really present you with 1 million!” Seeing how serious Christopher was, Isabella was delighted. So, you’re still pretending, huh? Okay, then! I’d like to see how you’d come up with 1 million! Without thinking much, Isabella signed her name on the agreement. Christopher’s bank card was already linked to his mobile phone, so checking the account balance was just a matter of sending a text message, and it didn’t take long for the bank to respond. Not wanting to say anything more, Christopher pulled up the text message and handed the phone to Isabella before saying, “See for yourself!” I see you’re still acting pretentious! Isabella felt that Christopher was so deep in character that he couldn’t distinguish between reality and fantasy. After she shot him a disdainful glance, she read the content of the text message. ‘Dear user of Shelcourt Bank, welcome to the balance inquiry system. The current balance of your account is: 5,000,000.’ This was the content of the text message, and Isabella was stunned when she saw the attractive and eye-catching number stated. Huh? Wait. That seems like a seven-digit number! What unit is a seven-digit number again? I think it’s in the millions! Does this number represent five million? Isabella was a little dumbfounded. She thought she had misread it, so she silently counted the zeroes again. Christopher saw the shift in her expression, so he smiled and asked, “What’s the matter? Have you taken a clear look? Do you think I can bring forth 1 million?” The facts were presented in front of her. Flushing red and panting, Isabella didn’t speak because she didn’t know what to say. At this moment… Beep! Beep! The notification tone for the text message sounded again. Isabella looked up and saw that another text message had popped up under the previous balance inquiry message. ‘Dear customer, on August 25, 2016, 15,000,000, was transferred into your bank account with the last four digits 4675. The current balance is 20,000,000.’ Another 15 million was transferred, so the balance had changed to 20 million. What on earth is going on? Christopher caught sight of the text message as well. He didn’t expect that Declan from Myriad Pharmacy would transfer the remaining money all at once today. However, that wasn’t important anymore. “Ms. Langford, right?” Not caring about Isabella’s current mood, Christopher continued, “What did you say just now? As long as I can come up with 1 million, you’d sell me the house? Is that right?” Hearing Christopher say that felt as sh*tty as eating a fly. No matter what, Isabella couldn’t fathom that Christopher was a person with that kind of net worth. What kind of multimillionaire would dress in off-the-rack clothes? Is he crazy? From Isabella’s point of view, forget luxury goods worth tens of thousands; people of his level should be wearing clothes worth thousands! Why are you wearing off-the-rack clothes?! The house costs 2 million, yet I sold it for 1 million. This is such a huge loss of money! Not to mention, Isabella’s net worth was actually only a few million. Even if she had money, that wasn’t the way to waste it! Just now, she felt that Christopher would never be able to bring forth that sum of money, which was why she dared to say such things, but now… However, she couldn’t go back on her deal. It was clearly written in black and white, and she even signed her name. What exactly is this scoundrel’s background?