Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Nowhere to Go
Her eyes reddened again, and Quentin snorted without stopping her, urging Nora to quickly transfer the money to May.
Nora complied but didn’t take the red envelope, watching May and Quentin happily share the good news with Spencer, then turned away indifferently and left the house.
Even at noon, the wind made her feel bone-chilling cold.
After a long bumpy ride, she arrived at Southwood Court. The buildings here were much more grandiose than she imagined. No wonder May’s eyes sparkled when she heard about this place.
But in Nora’s eyes, this was just a temporary stop. She would leave sooner or later after paying off the money.
The sadness in her heart quickly faded, worn out by reality.
She was blocked outside the building.
The luxurious high-end apartment complex was indeed different, with check points one after another. After registering at the entrance, she still needed a card or face recognition at the building.
She even took out the marriage certificate, but it still didn’t work.
Sitting by the flowerbed with her suitcase, she called Grandma Sinclair.
At the moment, Grandma Sinclair was undergoing pre-surgery examinations, surrounded by a group of experts, with her phone and jewelry all in the hands of the outside butler.
Though she’s old, Grandma Sinclair has a habit formed over many years.
Her phone book contains no names, only symbols, which no one but herself can understand.
The butler naturally didn’t dare to answer randomly, letting the phone ring three times.
With nowhere to go and unable to return to the Ford Family, and no place to stay at the flower shop, Nora could only drag her suitcase to the property service center.
Jasper had just hung up the call with the head of the expert team when his phone rang again. He didn’t pay attention to the unfamiliar number and casually answered it.
"Hello sir, I am the property manager of Southwood Court. Are you the owner of Unit 608, Block 2, Building 20? There’s a lady here claiming to be your new wife with a marriage certificate. Please claim her!"
...
Video confirmation, recording kept, and replacement of the access card!
Nora walked out under the gossiping yet suppressing laughter gazes of all employees at the property center, awkwardly almost stumbling.
If she hadn’t heard the boarding reminder in the video, she would really suspect Jasper did it on purpose.
After much trouble, she finally entered the house.
Looking at the room filled with high-end furniture, she was at a loss for where to start. There were many things she hadn’t seen before, but they looked expensive, and she was truly afraid to break them.
In a cold color scheme, without any trace of human touch, Nora distinctly remembered the property manager saying this house was bought over a year ago.
Could it be that Jasper never lived here after the renovation?
She was standing dazed at the entrance when her phone rang.
An unfamiliar number, fearing it might be a customer, she hurriedly answered.
"Hello, New Moon Flower Shop is at your service!"
"...It’s Jasper!"
The deep, melodious voice echoed from the phone, causing her ears to slightly tingle.
Suddenly feeling a bit like being checked on, Nora was a little nervous, subconsciously gripping the suitcase handle tightly.
"Mr. Sinclair... hello, is there something you need?"
"Did you get inside?"
"I did, I’m sorry for causing you trouble today!"
The girl’s voice was somewhat soft, speaking very carefully.
Jasper’s footsteps paused slightly, and his assistant immediately stopped, suspiciously looking at his boss on the phone.
"It’s my fault for not considering thoroughly, sorry!"
The assistant’s jaw nearly dropped in shock.
President Sinclair was actually apologizing? And with such a gentle tone?
Oh my, was he hallucinating?
Nora’s heart relaxed slightly; it seemed the other party wasn’t difficult to communicate with.
"It’s alright! It’s our first day meeting, some friction is inevitable!"
The girl’s voice clearly sounded much brighter.
Jasper’s eyebrow slightly raised, suddenly recalling the video with the property earlier, where the camera briefly caught a scene.
The girl in a white wool coat, holding a huge suitcase, looked like a homeless puppy, her nose and eyes reddened from the cold, pitiful yet endearing.
He felt this description was fitting, and the curve of his mouth involuntarily widened, when suddenly there was a spurt behind him, followed by intense coughing.
Startled, he turned to see his assistant’s face turning weirdly red, desperately covering his mouth.
"Something wrong?"
"N-No, nothing!"
The assistant panicked, suddenly feeling a chill down his neck and scalp tightening.
What was today, that he actually saw the demon king smile, and warmly ask if he had an issue?