I Made $900 Trillion In 24 Hours novel Chapter 14

The Real estate agent scoffed. “What mistake are you talking about? Get lost, or I'll have no other choice but to call the cops to kick you out.”

Just then, the agent's phone rang, breaking the tense silence hanging in the atmosphere.

He hurriedly pulled out his phone and was startled to see the caller ID was his superior.

“Hello, Mr. Hemsworth,” the agent said respectfully.

“Has the buyer arrived yet, Jerry?” Mr. Hemsworth asked over the line.

Barry who had been listening caught the agent's name.

"So the agent's name is, Jerry," Barry thought.

Jerry sighed, pacing up and down. “It's been nearly an hour and I still haven't seen him.”

“What! An hour? What's taking him so long?” Hemsworth demanded. “Is he serious about buying this house or not.”

“Beats me,” Jerry turned to Barry and sneered at him. “There's someone here though, but he's a nobody.”

“A nobody? Who the bloody hell is that?” Hemsworth asked, curiously.

“Oh you wouldn't know him because you're new in North Hills,” Jerry explained. “He's a loser son-in-law married to a very influential family. Look, he doesn't matter. I'll have him kicked out before the buyer arrives.”

“Alright do that. I'll call this client once again to know if he's still buying or if he's stalling,” Hemsworth hung up the phone.

Jerry returned his phone into his pocket then locked eyes with Barry.

“Alright, Barry. That was my superior. He doesn't like having you hanging around his establishment so get lost before I do something you won't like,” Jerry barked.

Barry narrowed his eyes. “Your name is Jerry, right? Quite an interesting name. Allow me to make one thing clear, Jerry. After I purchase this house, I'll make sure you don't get paid your commission f*e.”

Jerry laughed like a drunken clown. “Who the hell are you kidding? I've had just about enough of your games. Get lost, Barry. I won't say it again.”

Suddenly, a phone rang noisily. It came from Barry's pocket.

Barry brought out his phone and held it to his ears. “Hello, Mr. Hemsworth. I was expecting your call.”

Jerry felt a jolt of electricity ran down his spine. “Is Barry speaking to my superior? Impossible.”

Barry activated the loudspeaker on his phone so that Jerry could hear.

“Mr. Barry,” Hemsworth called. “Sorry for bothering you if you're busy, but I called to know if you're still interested in buying the house. My subordinate has been waiting for your arrival over an hour now.”

Barry locked eyes with Jerry, a jeering smile appearing on his face.

Barry respond, “What are you talking about, Hemsworth. I'm already at the location of the house. As a matter of fact, your agent is right in front of me.”

Hemsworth gasped in surprise. “You are? B-But my subordinate said….”

“Your subordinate is a failure, Hemsworth,” Barry interrupted, his voice deep and cold. “Not only did he hurled insults at me, but he also proceeded to slap me in the face.”

“WHAT!” Hemsworth exclaimed in shock.

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