Chapter 43 - Giving Away the House (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Miss Torres, what…what is this?”

Lauren’s hand was still fiddling with the empty bag. She had just found a key and messed up everything inside. She was still tidying it up, she raised her head and said nonchalantly, “The key to the house in western suburbs. Didn’t I say that I am going to give you a house? Here, this is the address.”

She then handed Mr. Hayes a note.

The Whitecliff residential area in the western suburbs.

Mr.. Hayes remembered that he had seen on the news last night that the house prices in the Whitecliff residential area were sky-high. The scenery there was picturesque, and many rich people wanted to buy a house there, so that they could find a quiet place to settle down.

But this…

Mr. Hayes looked at the indifferent Lauren and then lowered his head to look at the rather important key in his hand.

“Miss Torres, is this the real key?” Mr. Hayes asked in disbelief.

“Of course, I will get someone to transfer the ownership of this house to you. After that, you can go and live there. The willow trees in the western suburbs are really beautiful. You are so good to me. This is just a small token of goodwill from me. You must accept it!”

The key in his hand was like a hot potato. Mr. Hayes had countless doubts in his heart.

He did not want to believe that Lauren was lying. After all, such an innocent and cute child would not make up such a lie.

However…

If this key was real, how could Lauren, being a young child, get a house in the western suburbs? Every inch of land there was worth a fortune.

Even if one had lots of money, they might not be able to buy it.

Before he could ask any more questions, Lauren ran out of the main door.

“What’s wrong, Miss Torres?” Worried that something had happened, Mr. Hayes quickly followed Lauren’s footsteps.

There was nothing outside the main door.

“Mr. Carson is coming back. I am waiting for him here. We have to go somewhere together.”

Mr. Hayes looked at the garage and then looked at the straight road at the door. There was no sign of a car.

“Where are you coming back?” Mr. Hayes wiped his eyes.

A few seconds later, a black car slowly appeared at the corner of the road and drove toward the Torres family’s gate.

It was indeed a familiar license plate number.

“I am very powerful. Grandpa Hayes, I’m leaving!”

“Where are you going, Miss Torres? Are you coming home for dinner tonight?”