Amy's thoughts were a mystery to Keira and the rest.
Keira, on the other hand, believed she had finally calmed the little one down and let out a small sigh of relief.
Soon, the group arrived at Sean Church's place.
Calling it a “place” felt like an understatement—it was part of an exclusive vacation villa complex.
Sean greeted them at the entrance. As the cars pulled into the parking lot and everyone got out, Sean began explaining.
“I don't own a house in Clance. When I heard you were staying here, I couldn't find a decent property on short notice. So, I bought one of these villas to settle in.”
Jenkins glanced around curiously before commenting, “Wait, I thought these vacation villas weren't for sale. How'd you manage to get one?”
These villas were essentially part of a luxury resort—a place reserved for the elite. Each villa operated like a high-end hotel room and wasn't meant for private ownership.
Sean responded casually, “Oh, I bought the entire complex. Now, you can all stay here for free anytime you want.”
Jenkins was momentarily speechless.
Buy the entire complex? Who even does that?
This was Clance, after all—one of the most expensive cities in the country.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, she asked, “How much did that set you back?”
Sean waved her off like it was nothing and held up five fingers.
“Five million?” Jenkins guessed.
Sean nodded.
His assistant, who was standing nearby, added, “In dollars.”
Jenkins nearly tripped over her own feet.
Five hundred million dollars. And he called that “not much”?
Just how much money did this guy's family even have?
Well, she reasoned, considering he paid hundreds of millions in taxes back in Country A, maybe this kind of spending really wasn't a big deal for him.
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Jenkins walked over to Erin and muttered, “It's ridiculous how people like him even exist. Makes the rest of us look pathetic.”
Erin, sucking on a lollipop, tilted her head. “What's up?”
Jenkins grumbled, “Five hundred million dollars. For a vacation complex in the suburbs.”
Erin's eyes widened. “That cheap? What a steal!”
Jenkins gawked at her. “Aren't you supposed to be broke? Stop pretending!”
With that, she let out a huff and walked ahead.
Erin was left standing there, looking a bit perplexed. “I mean, I don't know exactly how much money I have, but I'm definitely not broke.”
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