I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours novel Chapter 14

The Real estate agent scoffed. “What mistake are you talking about? Get lost, or I'll have no other choice but to call the cops to kick you out.”

Just then, the agent's phone rang, breaking the tense silence hanging in the atmosphere.

He hurriedly pulled out his phone and was startled to see the caller ID was his superior.

“Hello, Mr. Hemsworth,” the agent said respectfully.

“Has the buyer arrived yet, Jerry?” Mr. Hemsworth asked over the line.

Barry who had been listening caught the agent's name.

"So the agent's name is, Jerry," Barry thought.

Jerry sighed, pacing up and down. “It's been nearly an hour and I still haven't seen him.”

“What! An hour? What's taking him so long?” Hemsworth demanded. “Is he serious about buying this house or not.”

“Beats me,” Jerry turned to Barry and sneered at him. “There's someone here though, but he's a nobody.”

“A nobody? Who the bloody hell is that?” Hemsworth asked, curiously.

“Oh you wouldn't know him because you're new in North Hills,” Jerry explained. “He's a loser son-in-law married to a very influential family. Look, he doesn't matter. I'll have him kicked out before the buyer arrives.”

“Alright do that. I'll call this client once again to know if he's still buying or if he's stalling,” Hemsworth hung up the phone.

Jerry returned his phone into his pocket then locked eyes with Barry.

“Alright, Barry. That was my superior. He doesn't like having you hanging around his establishment so get lost before I do something you won't like,” Jerry barked.

Barry narrowed his eyes. “Your name is Jerry, right? Quite an interesting name. Allow me to make one thing clear, Jerry. After I purchase this house, I'll make sure you don't get paid your commission f*e.”

Jerry laughed like a drunken clown. “Who the hell are you kidding? I've had just about enough of your games. Get lost, Barry. I won't say it again.”

Suddenly, a phone rang noisily. It came from Barry's pocket.

Barry brought out his phone and held it to his ears. “Hello, Mr. Hemsworth. I was expecting your call.”

Jerry felt a jolt of electricity ran down his spine. “Is Barry speaking to my superior? Impossible.”

Barry activated the loudspeaker on his phone so that Jerry could hear.

“Mr. Barry,” Hemsworth called. “Sorry for bothering you if you're busy, but I called to know if you're still interested in buying the house. My subordinate has been waiting for your arrival over an hour now.”

Barry locked eyes with Jerry, a jeering smile appearing on his face.

Barry respond, “What are you talking about, Hemsworth. I'm already at the location of the house. As a matter of fact, your agent is right in front of me.”

Hemsworth gasped in surprise. “You are? B-But my subordinate said….”

“Your subordinate is a failure, Hemsworth,” Barry interrupted, his voice deep and cold. “Not only did he hurled insults at me, but he also proceeded to slap me in the face.”

“WHAT!” Hemsworth exclaimed in shock.

Jerry felt a chill ran down his spine as he stared at Barry. He couldn't believe his eyes.

“Y-you're telling me this guy here was recommended by the granddaughter of a Trillionaire?” Jerry whispered. “That's impossible. I know Barry's history. He's a nobody. There must be some mix up.”

“I don't give a damn,” Hemsworth barked. “Whoever this Barry is, and his past is none of my business. Give him a tour. If he pays fine, if he doesn't, it's also fine. I don't want any bad blood between me and the Phoenix family. Fix this mess, or I'll crucify you with my hands.”

Before Jerry could respond, Hemsworth hung up.

Jerry brought out his handkerchief and wiped his face. He was sweating like a fountain.

“I don't know what's going on,” Jerry said, his voice croaked. “But my superior has ordered me to give you a tour of the house regardless.”

Barry did not say anything.

Jerry became agitated. “Hey, did you hear me? You want a tour, I'll give it to you. I don't know how you did it, but it worked. Now, follow me. I don't want to lose my job.”

“Before I go with you,” Barry said quietly. “Understand that when I buy this house, you'll not just get zero commission f*e, but you'll also lose your job for slapping me.”

Jerry clenched his teeth. “Is that a threat?”

“No, that's a bet,” Barry smiled. “If you don't agree to my bet, then I'll call your superior and tell him I decline. He wouldn't like that would he?”

Jerry laughed. “You're a piece of work, aren't you, Barry? Fine. I'll play your stupid bet. But if you don't pay for this house, I'll lock you up in jail for one whole month.”

Barry brought out his phone. “Let's record our words as evidence, shall we? I'll make you regret laying your filthy hands on me.”