Mary Wolfe stood rooted to the spot, her mind reeling from the sheer magnitude of the conversation unfolding before her. She had been in the real estate business long enough to know the weight of the names being tossed around. Vornheim Paradise wasn't just another luxury development; it was the gold standard of high-society living in Redharrow. A single riverside estate there commanded a price tag of at least several hundred million dollars—the kind of money most people couldn't conceive of in ten lifetimes. And yet, here was the patriarch of the Davis Family offering it up as a casual apology.
Issac Monroe, however, remained entirely unswayed by the flashy offer. He adjusted his cuff, his voice steady. "My aunt lives in this specific complex, and my mother expressed a strong desire for u
