Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 160: The Buyer Is Me

Theodore Coleman lunged toward the young real estate agent, grabbing him by the collar. "It was you agents who spread the word that we’re desperate for money, wasn’t it?" he snapped. "Otherwise, how would these people dare to lowball us so shamelessly? I haven’t even settled the score with you, and you have the nerve to threaten my dad?"

"Theodore!"

Before the agent could beg for mercy, Bruce Coleman sternly stopped his son. "Let him go."

Theodore Coleman’s eyes blazed with anger. He released his grip, but his glare remained a clear warning.

The agent knew this was a martial arts school. He took two startled steps back, but the thought of his commission made him press on. "Master Coleman, please reconsider. Mr. Marshall has already said that if you agree, we can sign the contract today."

The stout man nodded eagerly, his tone growing serious, afraid that if they really got angry, they would beat him up. "8,800. I won’t haggle anymore. Let’s sign the contract at this price."

"I’m not selling to you. You can go," Bruce Coleman said, his imposing aura fading. His voice was softer, but the finality in his tone was even more pronounced.

’This guy is not a good person. I don’t want my family’s ancestral home to fall into the hands of someone like him.’

’The money Blair earned could tide them over for a while longer. If they just waited, another buyer would surely come along.’

But when the stout man heard that Bruce Coleman really wasn’t selling, he grew anxious.

"Master Coleman, let’s talk this over. How about 9,000? The price we discussed the time before last? I’ll give you a little leeway. Let’s be friends!"

Before the man could even finish, Blair’s voice suddenly cut in. "Pah! Someone like you thinks you’re worthy of being friends with my master?"

As she spoke, Blair strode in through the main gate, followed by Cecilia Sterling and Estelle Goodman.

"Junior Sister, you’re back!"

Theodore Coleman’s expression changed instantly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he went to greet her.

Blair walked straight to Bruce Coleman and stopped. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, she announced, "Master, I’ve found a buyer for The Courtyard. Someone is willing to pay ten thousand!"

"What?"

Everyone present, except for the three young women, gasped in unison, their faces masks of shock.

Bruce Coleman’s eyes widened, as if he suspected he had misheard. "Ten thousand?"

That was five hundred more than his own listing price—practically the normal market value for The Courtyard.

The agent was incredulous. "How is that possible? The listing price is only 9,500. Who would be willing to pay ten thousand?"

’Are they some kind of sucker?’

Estelle Goodman shot the agent a smug look and scoffed, "Not everyone is a bloodsucker like you. There’s still such a thing as kindness in this world. The Courtyard is worth ten thousand, so of course someone’s willing to pay that."

The stout man eyed the young women, who clearly hadn’t even graduated from college yet, with suspicion. Beneath his sunglasses, his brows knitted together. "Don’t try to bluff. I already said 9,000. I’m being very sincere here. Don’t use these tricks to try and force me to raise my price."

"No one is forcing you. My master already said he’s not selling to you, so this has nothing to do with you. You can leave now!" Blair said, waving her hand impatiently, shooing him away as if he were a fly.

Bruce Coleman finally snapped out of it. "Blair, are you telling the truth?"

"Master Coleman." At that moment, Cecilia Sterling stepped forward and said to Bruce Coleman, "Blair isn’t lying to you. The buyer she mentioned is me. My name is Cecilia Sterling. I’m Blair’s classmate and her good friend."

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