Quadruplets Unite Mother’s Words Are Law! Chapter 1210

Chapter 1210 Transfer Of Contract

Waylon questioned himself internally, Should I be happy for her or not?

He wasn’t experiencing any strong sense of joy, but realizing he did feel a sense of relief seeing her so elated was perplexing. What kind of logic was this?

Waylon struggled to understand his feelings.

“Which sales office are you headed to?” he asked casually, masking his emotion.

Doris responded, “Starhill Garden. A property conveniently located nearby the city center.”

Waylon, rising from his seat, offered, “I can drive you there. You seem to be in quite a rush, and the seller might grow impatient and reconsider if you take too long.”

Caught off guard, Doris quickly declined his offer. “No, that’s alright. I can manage on my own. You just got home, and you should rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

Doris insisted, “I don’t want to trouble you. I’ve already been enough of a burden.”

He answered sternly, “One more time won’t make a difference.”

What? Do I have to shamelessly insist on going with her?

With a firm tone, he declared, “It’s no trouble at all! Consider this a final gesture. Since you’re planning to move out soon, you won’t have the opportunity to trouble me anymore.”

Truthfully, she was upset with his response.

Without waiting for her response, Waylon reached for his suit jacket draped over the sofa. He urged, “Let’s go.”

Doris reluctantly complied and followed him out the door.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the cafe adjacent to the Starhill Garden sales office.

From the driver’s seat, Waylon turned to Doris, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked, “Do you want me to accompany you inside?”

Doris shook her head gently, replying, “No, that won’t be necessary.”

“Buying a property is a big deal, Waylon remarked, casting a sidelong glance at her. “You need to be careful against potential scams. Are you sure you don’t need a second pair of

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eyes?”

Swallowing nervously, Doris replied, “Perhaps you should come with me after all.”

The fear of being deceived weighed heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just over three million, and falling for a scam would be a catastrophe.

Waylon rolled his eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help earlier.

He parked the car near the building’s entrance and accompanied Doris inside.

Seated by the window was Ms. Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties. She was sharp, composed, and exuded the air of a career woman.

Upon spotting Doris, Haider quickly rose to her feet and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris, you’ve made it?”

“Yes,” Doris affirmed with a nod.

She then turned to make a brief introduction, “This is Waylon, a close friend. He’s here to accompany me today.”

Both Haider and the seller shifted their attention to Waylon.

Haider lowered her head shyly, avoiding direct eye contact with him. His presence was formidable, and he suffocated her when she tried to meet his eyes.

On the other hand, the seller scrutinized Waylon openly.

She thought to herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play my part convincingly. I can’t let them down!

She offered Doris a somewhat uneasy smile and inquired, “Are you looking to buy a house urgently?”

“Yes,” Doris nodded.

“Yes,” Doris confirmed with a nod.

By this time, Haider had regained her composure. She gracefully pulled out chairs next to her, gesturing for Doris and Waylon to take a seat.

“Ms. Haider mentioned that you have a property you want to transfer?” Doris asked.

“Yes, the woman nodded, “a three-bedroom apartment”

Doris asked with a frown, “Three bedrooms? It’s too big. Two bedrooms is already a stretch.

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for me.”

“Don’t fixate on the size,” the woman calmly replied, “but rather consider the price.”

Intrigued yet skeptical, Doris probed further. “Why are you willing to part with such a good property? The apartments have excellent design and an ideal location, and schools and hospitals are conveniently close.”

The woman lowered her head, a flicker of “sorrow” passing over her face. She explained, “I bought this property so that my child would find it easier to commute to school, but my husband had an accident recently.”

Doris tightened her lips sympathetically.

Her gaze sharpened and she chided, “Save your sympathy. He deserves to die! That man almost drove me nuts!”

Confused and taken aback, Doris inquired, “What happened?”

Her husband has passed away, yet instead of grieving, she is mad at him. What’s going on?

With a weary sigh, the woman said, “I hope you won’t laugh at me, but I learned of his affair only after his death.”

“Oh!” Doris’ heart twitched, feeling sorry for her.