Jin Haolong was in his own world, going on and on about how expensive the infinity pool was, how the glass was made from the best material in the world, the marble imported and luxurious—listing off details he was sure Zhao Yiming wouldn't understand.
After all, someone like him—who gambled away his life, drank like a fish, and was utterly useless—had no business even stepping foot in a place like this.
'That money must be from something shady,' he thought, eyes narrowing. 'Maybe he robbed a bank… Should I call the police?'
"So? What do you think? You still want to take this place?"
But when he opened his eyes—silence. No one was there.
He'd been talking to himself this entire time.
The realization hit hard and pissed him off.
"Tch! I knew that asshole wasn't serious about this! There's no way someone like him got rich overnight!" he scoffed, stomping around as he called out Zhao Yiming's name, marching through the penthouse.
