Hearing that, Cillian's smile instantly faded.
It wasn't just what Justin had said; it was the truth that hit home.
Seventeen years ago, Cillian had consulted a specialist to pick the spot for this villa.
But that first year was a nightmare—his son had an accident, and his daughter-in-law fell from the third floor, leaving little Audrey behind.
Since their tragic deaths, Cillian had struggled, yet his business somehow thrived.
Jake piped up, "Mr. Miller, you are right. The first year after the villa was built, Mr. Nolan's son..."
Justin narrowed his eyes, realizing his guess had hit the mark. Specialists could bring both good and bad luck, and it seemed this one either didn't know what he was doing or was intentionally harmful.
Cillian regained his composure. "Is there a way to fix
