“Why can’t we?” she countered.
Matteo was momentarily speechless. “But you said your parents run a small business.”
“It is a small business,” Henrietta replied coolly.
Matteo was baffled. Could she be renting this place too? “Alright. I’m on my way to pick you up,” he said quickly.
When Matteo arrived at the address, he stopped the car and gasped. The estate was a magnificent, European-style palace surrounded by sprawling, manicured gardens. It was a property of staggering scale and opulence, a place that must have cost billions to build.
Matteo’s mind went blank. This was the home of his girlfriend, the daughter of small business owners? If the house was worth this much, what was their net worth? His hands started to tremble as he lit a cigarette, taking several deep drags to calm his nerves.
He pulled out his phone and started searching. A family named Sargent living in a mansion like this in Juno City had to be easy to find. In seconds, he found it: the Sargent Group, a conglomerate with assets in the hundreds of billions and a diverse portfolio of industries.
The cigarette ash fell from his trembling fingers. He couldn’t believe it. Maybe the house was a rental? But even renting a place like this would cost millions a year. So, even if they were renters, her family was far from being ‘small business owners.’
His hands shook uncontrollably. He slapped himself across the face, a wave of intense regret washing over him. Henrietta was already stunningly beautiful. If she also came from a family this wealthy, she was the kind of woman that every man on earth would fight for.



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