Chapter 97 - One Billion Villa

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An hour later, Clarence and Miranda left the villa and headed for the meeting place with the client.

To Clarence’s surprise, Miranda was meeting them at Tomlake Heights.

It was the Wright family’s eldest son Jerald’s turf!

He and Cecilia had gotten into a car accident when he was on his way back from the Wright family home yesterday.

However, he still had no idea if it was Jerald or Julian’s idea.

Half an hour later, Clarence drove Miranda’s car and parked it in Tomlake Heights’ parking lot.

Tomlake Heights was luxuriously built. There were even two 1-to-1 scale white marble elephants in front of the entrance. It was magnificent.

Dozens of female ushers stood at Tomlake Heights’ entrance. Every single one of them was fit to be a model.

After Miranda explained what she was here for, a female usher led Clarence and her to a private room in Tomlake Heights.

As soon as they entered the private room, a portly, middle-aged man laughed, “Yo, Ms. Murphy’s here!”

He did not get up, just sitting on the couch.

Clarence glanced around and saw there were a dozen people in the private room. The men all looked to be in their 30s and 40s.

The women were all in their early twenties.

The middle-aged men’s eyes instantly lit up the moment they saw Miranda.

Miranda used to be the most beautiful woman in Mediterranean City but had lost that title for the last three years after marrying Clarence.

Suddenly, a seductive-looking woman wearing a hip-hugging red skirt laughed sarcastically. “Miranda, why did you bring your loser husband to such an important business meeting?”

“Loser husband?”

Several bosses were stunned.

They looked at Clarence in amusement.

Clarence had followed Miranda into the private room. The bosses had thought Clarence was Miranda’s assistant.

Who knew he was actually her husband?

Clarence knew that woman. She was Miranda’s ex-classmate, Quinn Watson.

Quinn smiled meaningfully. “Yeah. Mr. Zimmerman, you guys didn’t know, did you?

“Clarence has no culture at all.

“He didn’t even graduate from junior high. How is he good enough for Miranda, who has graduated from a prestigious university in the country?

“He only got lucky and saved Miranda’s grandpa.

“That’s how he got the beauty!”

Quinn glanced at Miranda as she spoke bitterly, “Miranda, what’s the matter with you? Why did you bring this loser here to talk business? Do you despise Mr. Zimmerman?”

Miranda’s pretty face darkened. “Quinn, watch out. Clarence’s my husband, not a loser.”

The two had had problems in university which they had never worked out.

“Haha.”

Quinn shook her head in amusement. “The Murphy family feeds him, and he gets three thousand dollars a month.

“As a man, he has no job.

“He works as a servant at home. What is he, if not a loser?”

Miranda snorted coldly. “Who said Clarence has no job? He’s running a clinic.”

Clarence was a loser, but Miranda did not want to embarrass herself.

“Clinic? Haha. This loser’s running a clinic? That’s funny.” The corners of Quinn’s lips were full of sarcasm.

She would not believe it, no matter what.

‘A loser like Clarence can run a clinic?

‘Does he know medicine?

‘Won’t he kill people?’

Suddenly, Clarence glanced at Quinn. “You’re sick.”

Quinn sneered, “You’re the one who’s sick!”

Clarence joked lightly, “Your tongue has a white coating. Your chest should have red spots. Your thighs itch and your periods are irregular. You’re showing early signs of syphilis. Go to the hospital and have it checked out. You can still be saved.”

“What?”

Mr. Zimmerman’s expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Quinn.

He and Quinn looked like superiors and subordinates, but they actually had an illicit relationship.

‘Wouldn’t Quinn have infected me if she has syphilis?’

“Nonsense!”

Quinn jumped up to her feet. She glared at Clarence like a shrew, her hands on her hips. “Who are you to say I have syphilis?”

“Haha.”

Clarence shrugged nonchalantly. “Believe it or don’t. I also know that you got syphilis about half a month ago.

“Go to the hospital while it’s still early.

“You’re done for if you wait any longer.

“It’s not that easy to cure.”

“You!” Quinn was shocked. She was feeling some discomfort after Clarence had finished saying that.

She had always kept her hands to herself. Although she was someone else’s mistress, she did not mess around.

She had just had a one-night stand with a handsome guy in a bar half a month ago. Could it be from that time?’

“Ahem ahem. Alright, Ms. Murphy, let’s talk about the cooperation.” Remy Zimmerman quickly changed the subject.

He was determined to get Quinn checked out at the hospital, no matter what. Syphilis was no joke.

Miranda looked at Clarence reproachfully. She had won the argument, but how could he accuse a girl of having syphilis?

“Who told you to sit down? We have important business owners here. Who are you to sit here?” Quinn looked at Clarence coldly.

Remy waved his hand lightly. “Never mind. Since he’s Ms. Murphy’s husband, let him sit.”

“Thank you, Mr. Zimmerman.”

Miranda smiled and got straight to the contract.

They talked for about half an hour.

“Mr. Zimmerman, we’re pretty much done talking about this cooperation. If there’s no problem, we should sign the contract now, right?” Miranda pulled out the contract she had already drawn up.

Looking troubled, Remy said earnestly, “Ms. Murphy, you should know this.

“Horizontal River Group has assets of over tens of billions, and this contract is worth 500 million.

“It’s very important. I’ve looked into your company. It would be fine if it were the Murphy Property Development Group.

“However, your company is just a branch of Murphy Property Development Group, Ms. Murphy.

“If Murphy Property headquarters doesn’t come forward, we would need collateral before signing this five hundred million contract.

Miranda frowned. She had not wanted the contract to go through Murphy Property.

Knowing Armstrong’s character, once it went through Murphy Property, he would let Kaysen handle it even if she had gotten the contract signed.

All her work would be in vain!

It was not like this had not happened before.

“How much collateral do you need?” Miranda asked solemnly.

Remy held up a finger. “At least one hundred million.”

“One hundred million.”

Miranda was a little troubled.

Her house, car, cosmetics, shares, and everything else of the like could only add up to fifty million at most. It was a long way from one hundred million.

“Haha. Miranda, if you can’t even pay up a hundred million dollars, forget about doing business with Horizontal River Property.” Quinn smiled playfully.

Suddenly, Miranda’s heart stirred.

Clarence’s Thirteen Hall downtown was about the size of Humanity Hall, and its land was worth at least two hundred million.

‘If Clarence used Thirteen Hall as collateral…’

“Clarence, can you do me a favor? Your Thirteen Hall…” said Miranda.

Clarence gave Miranda a noncommittal smile. “You don’t need Thirteen Hall. I’ve got something better to use as collateral.”

“Something better?” Miranda looked at Clarence in confusion.

Quinn taunted, “Yo, what good collateral can a loser son-in-law provide?

“Your life?

“Your life isn’t even worth one hundred million!”

Without another word, Clarence pulled a gold access card out of his pocket and threw it on the table.

On the surface of the access card was the word ‘Dragon Soar’, with a serial number ‘1’ next to it.

“Holy shit! Dragon Soar Heights’ Villa One?

“The villa worth one billion!” Remy exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.

The whole private room was dead silent.