Such events were common on Olivia’s feed, treated like nothing special. But when the same small things happened to me, they were blown up into big dramas.
My eyes darkened. Over the next few days, I sold everything in the basement and had Uncle Peter contact the other shareholders to prepare for what was next.
Seeing the villa, I remembered it was my father’s gift. But now, it has been completely changed.
I listed the villa on a secondhand platform. The day before I left, someone privately messaged me asking to buy it.
Without hesitation, I arranged to meet them the next day. The next day, I arrived at the location as scheduled. The conversation with the other party flowed very smoothly. After signing the agreement, I packed my belongings and headed to the airport.
After handing over to the person arranged by Karina, I waited for my flight with my new identity.
With half an hour before my departure, Michael called me. With suppressed anger, he asked, “Nichole, what’s going on with the villa? Why is my house now someone else’s?”
Hearing that tone, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Your house? Michael, have you watched too many action movies? Is your kidney problem making you lose your mind?”