Chapter 173
The receptionist barely had time to look up before she blurted out, “Mr. Chris, the first appointment is with
Miss Lena.”
“Shut up,” Chris snapped, glaring at her like she’d just spilled red wine on his designer suit. “Since when is it your job to run my business?”
Nancy narrowed her eyes, watching the scene unfold. Chris was the head honcho at Maple Grove Residences‘ sales department, and it was clear as day he was pulling strings for Cyrus.
Judson, with his jaw set like stone, said, “Chris, didn’t you hear what the receptionist just said? Lena was the first to set up an appointment.”
Chris was about to retort with some snide remark when his eyes locked with Judson’s icy stare. The words died in his throat, replaced by a strange sense of unease.
Cyrus chimed in, unruffled, “Does it really matter who booked first, Nancy? Maybe you should be asking why you can’t give Nancy what she wants.”
Judson’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
Sarah let out a soft laugh, “Mr. Buchanan, we’re just here for the formalities. Mr. Gordon’s purchase is a done deal internally, isn’t that right, Mr. Chris?”
“Correct,” Chris said, lifting his chin slightly, his gaze flicking dismissively over Nancy. “Miss Lena, I’m aware you’re a rising star in the Ardenweald design scene, but Mr. Gordon here is a billionaire from Sunhaven. His financial capacity matches the prestige of Maple Grove Residences.”
“Sorry you had to make the trip, but don’t worry, I’ll cover your gas money.”
Chris‘ tone made it clear he’d rather cozy up to someone like Cyrus than deal with Lena.
Judson’s expression turned even grimmer as he watched Chris‘ arrogant display.
Nancy, undeterred, shot back, “Maple Grove Residences follows a first–come, first–served policy. Mr. Chris, is your financial evaluation based on your personal standards or the actual rules of Maple Grove?”
Chris visibly flinched at her sharp words, his bravado slipping as he glanced nervously between Nancy and Judson, particularly wary of Judson’s stern demeanor.
“It doesn’t matter whose standards are used. As Maple Grove’s sales manager, I have the authority to sell to
whoever needs it most.”
“So you’re determined to sell to Cyrus?” Judson’s voice was cold, as if any warmth had been sucked out of the
room.
Chris‘ breath caught, and he couldn’t stop himself from trembling under Judson’s intense gaze. “Yes, and it’s none of your-”
But before he could finish, a voice cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter, “Chris, who gave you permission to sell the villa to Cyrus?”
Everyone turned to see Michael walking in, his presence enough to make Chris‘ face go pale. “Mr. Ferguson…”
Michael’s sudden appearance left Chris floundering for composure. Meanwhile, Lenard burst in behind Michael, heading straight for Nancy.
“Nancy, I got you the first appointment. The house should be yours,” Lenard declared.
Nancy remained calm, “True, but Mr. Chris here seems to value Cyrus‘ assets more, hence the preferential treatment.”
“What?!” Lenard’s face turned a shade of crimson as he glared at Cyrus and Chris. “Chris, are you disrespecting us?”
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Chapter 17
If it had been anyone else, Lenard might have let it slide, but Cyrus–the man who once hurt Nancy–was another story altogether.
The air in the room grew heavy with tension.
Chris hadn’t expected things to escalate like this and looked desperately at Michael. “Mr. Ferguson, I just thought Mr. Gordon needed the house more.”
“So you’re willing to break my rules? Seems like you forgot who you work for.”
Michael’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Congratulations, Chris, you’re fired.”
