Chapter 58 58

• We locked eyes, both refusing to blink. It was like one of those absurd competitions where the first to flinch would be the loser—the one who had to give up on getting their hands on the house. A rare sight, really. Two teens barely stepping into adulthood, arguing over a high-priced property like seasoned investors.
• Minutes passed, and we remained locked in this silent battle of wills. Neither of us noticed that someone new had entered the room.
• She was a mature beauty, her long green locks and matching emerald eyes standing out effortlessly. Every curve of her body was accentuated by the tight-fitting dress she wore, exuding confidence and control.