With that thought, Zinnia glanced over at Landon, who was busy playing with Dapper, and asked,
“The elevator requires a keycard. How did you get up here?”
At her question, Landon’s hands froze mid-motion. A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes.
He awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose, avoiding Zinnia’s gaze as he replied,
“I bought the unit across from yours yesterday morning.”
“Across from mine?”
Zinnia blinked in surprise.
She distinctly remembered someone still lived there. Just two nights ago, when she’d come back to look for Dapper, she’d bumped into the neighbors in the elevator.
How could Landon possibly have bought the place so quickly the very next morning? Besides, it was so early—no way a property transfer could happen that fast.
She couldn’t help but suspect Landon was making up excuses. But the reality was…
He had, in fact, just swaggered in and taken the elevator up without any trouble.
Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, Landon took the initiative to explain,
“I paid them ten times the asking price.”
Which basically meant he offered so much money, the family packed up and moved out overnight.
Zinnia was speechless.
Was this what it meant to be recklessly rich?
Eastlight Estate was a nice, middle-to-upper-class complex, but compared to the likes of Royal Bay’s luxury apartments or the grand estate-style homes at Old Ford Manor, it was worlds apart.
This place was nowhere near Ford Group headquarters, either. Why would he buy property here?
Though Zinnia was puzzled, she reminded herself it was Landon’s private business. She just nodded in understanding and didn’t pry further.
Still, it was Landon who felt self-conscious. Even though Zinnia hadn’t pressed him, he started explaining anyway,
“I like the atmosphere here. I want to move in.”


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