Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 

Leanne was baffled, “What are you talking about?” 

Curtis replied with a smirk, “It’s dark out, perfect time for some spooky stories.” 

Leanne was speechless. 

As Leanne got into her car, she glanced in the rearview mirror to see Curtis standing in the warm, yellow glow of the porch light. She watched his figure until she turned the corner and he was out of sight. 

The real estate agency had been making swift progress. The interested buyer was eager and hoped to meet with her. Leanne managed to carve out some time for the meeting. 

The rendezvous was set at the agency’s office. The agent, a man in his forties with a lean build and a face that was almost too eager to please, was waiting at the door. 

As soon as Leanne’s car pulled up, he rushed to open her door, “The clients have been waiting for you, Ms. Castillo. Right this way.” 

Leanne was led upstairs to a private meeting room where a couple was seated, their 

backs to them. The woman, from just her silhouette, appeared young and attractive, her figure accentuated by a tight-fitting dress. In contrast, the man next to her seemed a bit on the shorter, plumper side. 

Hearing their approach, the woman turned and eagerly linked arms with Leanne, “Oh, Mrs. Richardson, we meet again.” 

Leanne frowned slightly. 

“It’s Lisa, remember? We met at that gala earlier this year.” 

It was the remembering that made Leanne furrow her brow. They weren’t close enough to warrant such familiarity. 

“Hello,” Leanne replied, politely but coolly, as she took a seat across from them. 

“Oh, you two know each other? That’s great. Friends can always work out a better deal,” the agent chirped, pointing to the man beside Lisa, “This is Mr. Albert, president of Blue Beacon Collective. Albert, this is the homeowner, Ms. Castillo.” 

Albert, easily in his fifties, carried the unmistakable aura of a corporate president. He nodded at Leanne, maintaining his dignity. 

Leanne noticed a wedding ring on his right hand. 

The agent, eager to begin negotiations, said, “Albert is quite sincere about buying this property. However, he was hoping for a bit of flexibility on the price.” 

“Crystal Cove Villas are indeed as prestigious as they come. I fell in love with it at first 

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sight. After seeing your place, I lost interest in the others,” Lisa said, her eyes probing, “This was your marital home with your husband, right?” 

Leanne didn’t respond, instead asking directly, ‘What’s your offer?” 

The agent glanced at Albert, who gave a subtle nod. 

With a smile that was a bit too forced, the agent shuffled in his seat, “Albert was hoping you could drop the price by about ten percent.” 

Leanne just said flatly, “I’m not looking to sell in a hurry.” 

“As you know, properties in Crystal Cove Villas are the pinnacle of luxury in Stonebridge, very expensive. Since Albert is genuinely interested and we’re all friends here, let’s skip the formalities. How much can you lower the price by?” 

Albert, with a touch of condescension, added, “Not to be blunt, but while the villas are nice, the market is down. There are luxury homes sitting unsold for years. Expecting to get the full market price is wishful thinking.” 

Leanne had no intention of haggling over the price. 

After observing the couple for a moment, she asked bluntly, “May I ask what is the nature of your relationship?” 

Lisa wrapped her arm around Albert, “Mrs. Richardson, let me introduce you, this is my husband.” 

A flicker of unease flashed across Albert’s face and he looked a bit peeved. “What’s that got to do with selling the house?” he retorted. 

“It matters to me,” Leanne responded. 

A social media influencer with a penchant for mingling with celebrities and the wealthy couldn’t afford a villa in Crystal Cove on her own. 

Leanne didn’t know much about these two and preferred not to meddle in others’ affairs. However, she was sensitive about certain matters. 

Albert’s wedding ring looked like it had been worn for years, whereas Lisa only sported a flashy engagement ring on her middle finger, seemingly desperate to dazzle onlookers. 

Selling her marital home to what appeared to be a mistress felt like a slap in her face. 

“I’m sorry, but perhaps you should consider other properties.”