The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 122

Rainbows were going to shoot out of Amara's eyes as she heard Casey's reply. "What are you waiting for? Go and transfer it to me now. Since my daughter's at work, just transfer it to me, and I'll transfer it to her."

Casey said nothing and carried related files with him to transfer the villa to Amara.

Just fifteen million. Money was no object for him. If Amara changed her mind, he'd buy another villa nearby.

Then he and Amara spent the whole morning in transferring the villa.

Amara was over the moon as she saw her name printed on the new property ownership certificate. She'd never thought she'd own a villa worth over fifteen million.

"You've got what you want. Don't forget your promise, or I'll make you regret," Casey said coldly.

Amara didn't take his words seriously as she thought Casey was stupid enough to assume she'd be at his mercy.

Anyway, she'd never give the villa back to him.

"Casey, you little idiot. Now I'm the owner of the villa. If you don't follow my lead, I'll kick you out of my villa."

Casey shook his head and sighed that he was too naive to think Amara would keep her promise.

"Listen. I'm back home. And you, how could you sleep with my daughter? Go to sleep in the smallest room of my villa, or get out of there!" Amara demanded.

"Bullshit!" Casey bellowed.

Amara didn't believe he could abandon his villa. "Casey, you hear me right. I'm the owner of the villa now, and I can kick you out as I like."

"Come on. You don't really think I'll be at your mercy due to a villa, don't you?" Casey taunted.

"Save it, Casey. The expensive villa must have cost all your savings. Without the villa, you're penniless now," Amara snorted.

"I've told you two million dollars means nothing to me," Casey said.

Amara rolled her eyes and left as she thought it was just another lie.

Casey was about to catch up with her when he found Jordan was standing in the corner nearby. Instead of smiling, he looked upset.

Which aroused Casey's curiosity, and he decided to talk to Jordan.

"Mr. Davies, let's come home, as your family desperately needs you. Your mother has urged me many times to bring you home," Jordan said.

Casey smirked, "I've told you I'll walk away from my family's business."

Jordan sighed and said, "Fine, but don't you want to come back to B City with me? I'm leaving tomorrow."

Casey shook his head, smiling. "Bon voyage!"

Jordan sighed again. "You know they'll send another man to bring you back, right? Soon we'll get to see each other again in B City."

Casey was dumbfounded and asked, "Whom they'll send here?"

Jordan smiled and said, "You'll get it. I hope whoever will come here can make you change your mind and quickly go home. Your family are waiting for you."

Then Jordan walked into a lane as Casey wanted to ask more about the person, but when he chased him into the lane, he found no trace of Jordan.

Casey was confused as he wondered if there was anyone that could persuade him into going home, which even Jordan, the head butler of his family, couldn't handle.

For a split second, he thought of several possible persons who were not so easy-going.

In spite of everything, he was sure he'd never go home.

Then he didn't go back to the villa, instead, he went to the Starry Night Club.

Morgan had been feeling better as he was strong enough to recover incredibly fast. His recovery just cost him less than two weeks, which could take a couple of months for others.

His recovery assured Casey.

Conor came over to say, "Do you remember Robert? My men have found some stuff about his background."

"Good," Casey said.

"What we have found is that he's with the Grey family, the most powerful family in J City," Conor said.

Casey arched his eyebrow as he knew some things about the J City's Grey family according to Amara and Nicolas' conversations. It was said that Francis had always been brown-nosing the Grey family, but they thought the Patel family was disqualified and inadequate.