Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 97 - 90: Second Master Became Seriously Ill After That 2_3
Chapter 97: Chapter 90: Second Master Became Seriously Ill After That 2_3
After speaking, he smiled and tucked the phone back into his pocket and went home.
Faye took a tour around the villa Roman Hughes had recommended.
The yard was indeed spacious, the lawn was well maintained, and there was a lot of room for renovation.
The villa’s interior was very high-end, with a total of three floors.
The first floor was the living room, kitchen, dining room, and study.
The second floor was the bedrooms, lounge, and game room.
The third floor was a small attic, connected to a large terrace outside, with plenty of green plants.
There was also a lot of potential for renovation here; it could be turned into an outdoor lounge, which would be nice for sunbathing when there’s nothing else to do.
For her, the conditions here were already excellent.
It seemed Roman Hughes hadn’t lied to her.
She dialed the number Roman Hughes had left for her on her phone.
But Roman Hughes didn’t answer.
As she left the villa and got into her car to leave, Roman Hughes called back.
Sitting in the car, she picked up the phone, "Hello."
"How was it?"
Faye smiled slightly, "Send me the bank account number later, I want this house."
"Really? So straightforward, but it feels a little unfair to me.
I’m considering raising the price on the spot."
"Suit yourself."
Roman laughed, "Forget about raising the price, but you owe me a meal.
I’m honestly letting go of this house reluctantly for you."
"Got it, I’ll treat you to a big meal when I have the time. I won’t talk to you any longer, I’ve got to drive now."
After saying this, she hung up the phone.
Roman stared at his phone in confusion, "Wow, am I talking too much?
Why do both of them hang up on me?
They truly are a perfect match.
If you two aren’t together, it would simply be against nature."
Faye turned to put the phone in her bag.
As she started the car, she spotted the back of a slightly chubby woman on the side of the road in the rearview mirror.
The way she walked... seemed somewhat familiar.
Before she could remember who it was, that person had already turned into the villa next door.
Faye shrugged, not thinking more about it, then started the car and drove away.
For future travel convenience, she went to the dealership to pick out a Bentley.
She liked black cars; they looked very dignified.
Back at the hotel, Darnley was cuddled in Uncle Rivers’ arms, wanting him to hold him.
Faye stepped forward to take Darnley and said unhappily, "Darnley, your Grandpa Rivers is quite old now, how could you still let him hold you?
You can walk yourself."
"Young Miss, you’re mistaken, it’s just that I really like this child, so I wanted to hold him myself."
"Uncle Rivers, you shouldn’t spoil children like this, or else he’ll always want to be held in the future and develop bad habits."
Darnley pouted and looked at Faye, "Faye, I understand, I won’t develop bad habits, I won’t do this again."
Faye smiled slightly and ruffled his hair, "Did you have fun playing with Grandpa today?"
"Yes, Grandpa tells really good stories."
Faye looked at Uncle Rivers and smiled, this was something she always knew; when they were young, Uncle Rivers was like a storyteller for her and Richard Townsend.
Uncle Rivers had grown up in the countryside; his stories were different from the fairy tales in books.
When she was young, she even heard Uncle Rivers tell ghost stories from the village.
They were more vivid than watching horror movies.
With this round of memories, she suddenly recalled the time when she and Richard Townsend were scared into hugging each other by Uncle Rivers’ ghost stories.
At that time, she never imagined her brother would turn out the way he is today.
"Young Miss, how did your business go today when you went out?"
"Not bad, I’ve settled on both the house and the car. The house is one of Roman Hughes’, and the renovation is quite good. We can move in with just our bags.
Uncle Rivers, in the next few days, arrange to hand over the work at home.
Also, I might need to hire some people on my end. I like it quiet now, so two or three people will be enough, and not too chatty."
"Alright, I understand, Young Miss. If there’s nothing else today, I’ll head back first."
Faye hesitated for a moment, "Uncle Rivers, wait a minute, there’s something... I want to ask you."
"Go ahead, Young Miss."
"You told me before that after I left Anchester, Hunter Warren fell seriously ill. Do you know why?"
She had hesitated for quite a while about asking this.
If she didn’t ask, she was afraid it would be another sleepless night for her tonight.
She hated the feeling of insomnia.
"I don’t know, who dares to inquire about Master Hunter’s business?
But I guess it might have something to do with you."
