Chapter 151: Clara Whitmore Took the Document

Clara Whitmore took the document, her fingertips lightly tracing the paper's edge.

After verifying it was the original, she handed her photocopy to Emma Fairfax.

"Sorry for the delay." Emma exhaled in relief. "The villa transaction process is so complicated..."

"It's fine."

Denise Carver stood nearby, her frown deepening.

"What...what contract is this?" She suddenly pointed at the papers in Emma's hands.

"The property purchase agreement."

"Whose?"

"Miss Whitmore's villa purchase contract."

Denise staggered back two steps, bracing against the wall to steady herself. "What? Clara bought property here?!"

"Yes." Emma gave her a puzzled glance.

"Impossible!" Denise's voice shot up sharply. "Which unit did she get? 19 or 20? What's the square footage?"

"Ma'am, units 19 and 20 are regular residences. Miss Whitmore purchased in the villa district."

Denise's face drained of color instantly.

"A villa?!" she shrieked. "The Waverly Heights?!"

Clara sighed softly. "Aunt Denise, it's true I don't have a job. I could only afford to buy my parents a villa as filial duty. I hope they'll live comfortably, so you won't need to worry about them anymore."

Denise's lips trembled, rendered speechless.

"We'll go decorate the new home now." Helen Whitmore linked arms with Clara. "We won't disturb Howard and Denise's house hunting."

Just then, another sales agent hurried over.

"What are you doing here?" She frowned at Howard Carver and his wife. "This is the VIP reception lounge!"

Howard quickly apologized. "Our mistake, we got lost..."

"Made your decision yet?" The agent asked impatiently. "Will the deed be under June Wells or Holly Young? They must come personally with ID to sign."

She suppressed her frustration. While others were closing villa deals, she was still stuck haggling over regular units.

Clara and Helen exchanged glances.

June Wells? Holly Young?

Those were Denise's parents' names.

"So it's for your parents." Helen smiled. "This area is indeed perfect for retirement."

"No!" Denise denied hastily. "It's for us to live in!"

"Then why not use your own names?" Helen feigned confusion.

The agent chimed in. "Exactly, using your own names is simpler. This unit's in high demand—it'll be gone by today."

She lowered her voice. "I'm only holding it because your daughter's my classmate..."