The Secret of a Multi-Billionaire novel Chapter 4

After Dominic finished his meal, he walked out of the eight-star hotel. He glanced at the entrance of the hotel behind him as Sharon and several waiters bowed to see him off. Dominic felt that the world had suddenly become so beautiful.

With all that he now owned; Sandra meant little to him.

If he so desired, he could get three thousand beautiful women to date him.

What should he do next?

Of course, he wanted to buy a house.

Dominic did not want to live in the school dormitory anymore. Originally, there had been four people. Now, there were only two people living in it. The other two had gotten girlfriends and rented rooms outside.

Moreover, the remaining one was going steady with his girlfriend, so he planned to move out too.

Dominic had originally wanted to rent a house outside and live with Sandra as well, but she had refused.

His heart ached when he thought of how Sharon had slept with Liam Holt after just a few days.

"Damn it. If I had known earlier, I would have forced her. But now, I've let that brat, Liam Holt, take advantage of her." Dominic cursed in his heart.

At that very moment, Dominic's second-hand phone rang.

Dominic picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. It was his roommate, Peyton Lloyd.

Although he had moved out to live a comfortable life with his girlfriend, they still had a good relationship as they had lived together for more than a year.

Moreover, the school's accommodation fees were tied to the tuition fees. Even if they didn't live in the school, their accommodation fee was paid for. The old tenants would occasionally go back to their dormitory to hang out.

Dominic picked up.

"Dom, where are you? We are in the infirmary now. Dr. Chaplin said that you left. We all heard about the breakup. Don't do anything stupid. When you are in a better mood, we can be your wingmen and help you find a better girlfriend." Peyton's anxious voice streamed from the phone.

Hearing this, Dominic was a little comforted and said, "Peyton, what are you talking about? Why would I do stupid things? Don't worry about me. I'll be back soon."

"Are you really okay?"

"I'm really fine!"

"Then tell me, where are you now? We'll find you."

"No, I'm already home. Don't worry. I'll be back in a few days!"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"It's good to go back and relax. Remember that you still have your family and us; we all care about you."

"Don't worry. I'm not stupid! Don't worry! I'm hanging up!"

At J International Residence:

The houses here were the most expensive ones in Jsylvania.

The average price there was 30,000 dollars and above.

Of course, the location was also the best.

The entire J International Residence was surrounded by a river, with only one exit.

The scenery was beautiful.

There were only six 38-story buildings. The smallest one was more than 240 square yards, and the largest one was more than 1,000 square yards.

This was where the richest of the rich lived.

There were luxury cars everywhere in the parking lots, and those who owned cars that cost below 150 thousand were too embarrassed to even drive into the residence.

Dominic approached J International Residence's sales lobby.

When he entered the hall, it was a little empty. Only five or six property agents were sitting together and chatting. When they saw Dominic coming in, none of them were willing to entertain him.

J International Residence had been on sale for three years, but the houses had not been sold out yet. It was really too expensive. No one could afford to buy a small house worth tens of millions of dollars.

There were quite a lot of people who came to view the houses when they first started the business. Those who could afford the houses had already made their purchases long ago, while those who were not rich enough were still unable to meet the exorbitant prices.

Therefore, most of the original staff had left after receiving commissions of millions of dollars.

At that time, the commission had only been one-thousandth of the price. Now, the commission had already increased to one percent, but it was still difficult to sell two in a year.

A lot of people were there to network instead.

As Dominic walked in, the agents saw his shabby clothes and assumed that he would not be able to afford a house. Thus, they continued to mind their own business and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Dominic also felt a little embarrassed. Obviously, they didn't want to talk to him. There was no one at the front desk. Although he wanted to make an enquiry, he did not know who to approach.