Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 18

Quennel and Victoria had done disgusting things in that house. Now, even the thought of stepping inside made her feel sick.

To her surprise, less than two hours after the listing went up, her phone rang.

It was an unknown number. When Stephanie answered, she heard Victoria’s voice. “Are you selling the mansion the Gonzalez family gave you?”

Stephanie frowned, about to hang up, but Victoria quickly continued.

“Don’t be so hostile. I spent a few nights there and quite liked the place. Are you really willing to sell it for half price? I’m very interested in buying it.”

Stephanie understood immediately. Victoria was calling just to spite her. She sneered, “What? Are you going to have Quennel buy it for you?”

Victoria didn't deny it. “Who else?”

“You’re only fit to pick up my trash,” Stephanie said coldly. “You want it? Fine. Thirty million. Not a penny less.”

Victoria was shocked. “But the online listing is for eight million! Stephanie, are you insane? This mansion is worth ten million at most! Are you treating me like a sucker?”

“For a normal person, eight million is fair. But are you a person? A perfectly good house is about to be occupied by an animal. Naturally, I’ll need to compensate the neighbors for their emotional distress.”

Victoria was furious. “What… What nonsense are you spouting! Who are you calling an animal?”

Stephanie couldn’t be bothered to listen to another word and ended the call.

She checked into a luxury hotel and bought a few changes of clothes at a nearby mall.

She had taken two weeks of marriage leave from work, and there were still three days left.

Bored of sitting in the hotel, Stephanie decided to end her leave early and go back to work the next morning.

This whole marriage leave was a complete joke, anyway.

There were things in that house she had to retrieve—mementos left to her by her father and brothers.

At five in the afternoon, Stephanie arrived at the Gonzalez estate.

The moment she got out of the car, Quennel grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the backyard garden.

“Even if we’re fighting, you shouldn’t sell the mansion. That was the Gonzalez family’s wedding gift to you! It’s our home!”

Quennel had waited for Stephanie at the mansion all day. When he heard the lock turn around noon, he thought she had come back.

But instead, a real estate agent walked in with professional equipment and began filming the property. Quennel’s face had darkened instantly.

Selling the house? Where would they live? Quennel wanted a place of their own; he wasn’t about to move Stephanie back in with his parents.

It was just a fight. Selling the house? Was that really necessary?