The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 246

Attlee came home looking pretty bummed out.

Olga Murphy took one look at him and gasped, "What on earth happened to you? Did the Collins family lay hands on you?"

They're all big shots. How could they stoop so low as to mess with the richest man in Tranquil City?

Talk about uncivilized!

"It was two security guards." Attlee didn't feel like elaborating.

"I can't believe Arabella would dare to air Yoli's dirty laundry in public!"

Attlee sighed heavily without saying a word. He knew Arabella’s character all too well. When push came to shove, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw her family under the bus.

It was nine o'clock at night, and Attlee’s 14 stores and four mansions were still on the market.

Melody's lawyer called. "Sir, if we don't receive your compensation by midnight, we'll have no choice but to expose your daughter's plagiarism of Melody's work."

"Wait, give me some more time. I can't control the fact that these properties aren't selling."

"You've got three hours left." The lawyer said this before hanging up.

Attlee was freaking out. He had been trying to sell his properties for three days without any luck. How was he supposed to sell them in three hours?

And who would househunt or shop for commercial properties in the middle of the night? And pay the full amount at once?

He hurriedly called the agent. "What's the holdup? Why can't we sell these properties?"

"Sir, it might be because the price is too high and you're asking for full payment upfront."

14 stores and four mansions valued at 18 million were hardly affordable to the average Joe.

"Well then, drop the price. We must sell these properties before midnight, no matter what!"

After hanging up, Attlee watched as the time ticked away.

10 o'clock.

10:30.

11 o'clock.

Olga and Yolanda Murphy sat on the couch, too nervous to even breathe.

The agent still hadn't called!

Yolanda clutched Olga's sleeve, trembling with fear. "Mom, am I going to be publicly shamed?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Even though Olga tried to comfort her, she felt completely defeated. It was already 11 o'clock, and they probably wouldn't be able to sell their properties.

Just then, Attlee's phone rang. It was the agent.

He was over the moon, and even Olga and Yolanda perked up. Finally, someone's interested!

"Did we sell them?" Attlee answered the phone with a sigh of relief, saying, "I knew my properties would sell. They're in prime locations."

"Sir, we've had a lot of inquiries, but only one person has made an offer." The agent said awkwardly, "He said he would buy if the total price was 8 million."

"8 million? Is he out of his mind? My properties are worth at least 18 million. He wants to buy them for 8 million? He thinks he can just swindle me out of my wealth?"

"Sir, it's getting late. Maybe you should consider about it."