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Louis cut off the agent inid–sentence, his gaze cold and detached. “Is it illegal for me to decide not to sell my house?”
The agent flinched. “N–no… it’s not illegal, but you might be missing a good opportunity…”
Louis ignored him and was about to leave.
Adora let out a slow, amused chuckle, crossing her arms casually. “So, not only are you a lousy doctor, but you’re also a coward
and ridiculously petty.‘
Laura tensed at her words and quickly grabbed her best friend’s arm. “Adora, you shouldn’t insult him like that.”
She didn’t know Louis well, but after seeing his icy expression and the suffocating pressure he carried, she was starting to understand why Adora held such a deep bias against him.
With that aloof, unapproachable attitude, he wasn’t exactly someone who inspired warmth.
Still, knowing how difficult Adora’s situation already was within the Matthews family, making an enemy out of Louis would only
make things worse.
But surprisingly, despite how blunt Adora was, her words seemed to have an effect.
Louis stopped in his tracks and turned back around, his already sharp features darkening. “Trying to bait me?”
“You give yourself too much credit. I’m just stating facts.”
Louis clenched his jaw slightly.
The only bad reviews in his otherwise flawless life had all come from this woman.
The thought alone made him want to strangle her.
But he was a doctor–his job was to save lives, not take them.
“Why do you even want that penthouse so badly?” he asked, suddenly shifting the conversation.
Adora pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression cool and unreadable. “I like it. Simple as that.”
Then, tilting her head slightly, she met his gaze and smiled. “I have to admit, your character is terrible, but your taste is
impeccable.”
Louis let out a dry laugh, more out of frustration than amusement. “Should I be thanking you for the compliment?”
“No need. I just call it as I see it.”
Louis fell silent, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, Laura sat stiffly beside them, feeling the tension in the air tighten around her.
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Seeing the two of them suddenly fall silent, Laura hesitated before cautiously raising her hand, signaling that she had something
to say.
“Um… Mr. Walker, Adora really does like that penthouse. Since it’s just sitting empty anyway, wouldn’t it be better to sell it to someone who actually appreciates it and will take good care of it?”
“Laura, why are you even wasting your breath on him?” Adora snapped, yanking her best friend back in annoyance.
Louis let out a dry chuckle. “Funny. I wouldn’t have thought someone like you would have a friend who actually knows how to
speak civilly.”
Adora’s temper flared instantly. “What’s that supposed to mean? Someone like me?”
“Hot–tempered. Sharp–tongued. Stubborn. Argumentative. You go around attacking people without discrimination.”
Louis listed off his impressions of her, then casually added, “And that’s just from knowing you a short while. At this point, I have
to wonder if you have any redeeming qualities.”
Adora couldn’t believe it.
She already had to put up with enough nonsense at home, and now she had to deal with this while trying to spend her own
money?
Why was she even bothering?
With the real estate market down, it was a buyer’s market–she had cash in hand, and it wasn’t like this was the only property
available.
A heavy silence filled the room before she suddenly stood up. “Laura, let’s go.”
She grabbed her friend’s arm and turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, she couldn’t resist throwing one last look over
her shoulder.
“Keep your damn house. Let it rot. Or better yet, let the rats and roaches move in–it’d be a better use for it.”
The real estate agent looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Miss Matthews, please, let’s not be hasty-”
Louis smirked, clearly amused. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve? Are you storming off because you can’t handle the truth?”
Adora had officially hit her limit.
She spun around and let loose.
“And what about you? A soulless capitalist hiding behind a doctor’s coat, profiting off people while pretending to be some kind of
savior. What kind of saint does that make you?
“You have the nerve to call me hot–headed, sharp–tongued, and stubborn? Take a good look in the mirror!
“You strut around in your designer suits, acting like you’re above everyone else, but deep down, you’re just another arrogant
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elitist hiding behind a polished
image.”
