Jessica handed him a key to the house. "You can come over whenever you're done packing. I need to go to the Smith estate, so I'm not sure when I'll be back."
George frowned. "You're getting a divorce. Why are you still going back there?"
Jessica managed a small laugh. "Even you know you have to pack your things when you move. All my belongings are still at The Kensington. I need to get them, and I want to tell Susan. She's always been kind to me. And… I need to see my daughter."
George nodded.
Jessica hurried out of Willowbrook Gardens. George watched her go, then took out his phone.
"Pack a suitcase for me and deliver it to Willowbrook Gardens… pack for a long stay."
After giving the order, he went upstairs to choose a room.
A short while later, three luxury cars, each worth millions, pulled up in front of the house.
George came out, looking unperturbed.
His assistant, Frank Ward, asked cautiously, "Sir… what's this about?"
George gave him a flat look. "Can't you see? I live here now."
"Should I arrange to purchase this property for you?" Frank asked immediately.
"No need."
"Then what should we do with your penthouse?"
"It's yours," George said casually.
Frank's face lit up with joy. "I'll get your luggage right away, sir!"
As he directed the bodyguards, he chattered to George. "When I was packing your things, your grandmother saw me. She thought you were moving in with a girlfriend and was absolutely thrilled."
"Hm," George grunted.


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