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Chapter 378: Thomas Smith’s Identity

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Thomas Smith’s Identity

"You want to buy this house?" Amelia Garcia was taken aback upon hearing the other person’s intention.

This is too coincidental!

She had just discussed with Jacob Garcia how much the courtyard house was worth when someone came and said they wanted to buy it, asking if she was willing and what price.

"Yes," Secretary Little Williams smiled politely and nodded, "Accurately speaking, it’s my boss who wants to buy it. We’ve also inquired, and Miss Norton doesn’t live here. This house is empty anyway, so why not sell it to someone in need?"

"Miss Norton..." Amelia Garcia was surprised once again; the other party knew her identity?

She looked somewhat guarded, "You’re buying a house, and you need to investigate me?"

"No, no, Miss Norton, please don’t misunderstand. We mean no harm. Actually, our boss is also originally from the Ancient Town but has been away for too many years. Now he’s nostalgic for his hometown, came to wander around, and took a fancy to this house, so he asked me to investigate the owner."

Amelia Garcia saw his courteous and humble demeanor, looking indeed not like a bad person, and slowly relaxed her guard.

However, she still disapproved of this kind of behavior of randomly investigating others, so she didn’t want to chat with him much.

"Sorry, this house is my grandparents’ ancestral home, a cherished memory for me, and holds special significance, so I’m not going to sell it."

"No room for negotiation at all?"

"Sorry... no."

She shook her head and looked at Jacob Garcia. He understood and immediately made a gesture of "please," "Take care and farewell."

"Alright, sorry for the disturbance." Secretary Little Williams got up and left a business card behind, "If Miss Norton changes her mind in the future, feel free to contact me."

Out of courtesy, Amelia Garcia still accepted the business card.

Secretary Little Williams turned and left.

Amelia Garcia took the business card, initially intending to glance at it and toss it away. But when she looked, she was stunned, reading each word: "Mandrake Group Chairman’s Secretary... Liam Williams."

"What’s up, sis?" Jacob Garcia heard her muttering to herself, drew closer for a look, and was equally surprised, "Mandrake... Is it that renowned communication empire—Mandrake?"

Amelia Garcia hadn’t replied before he immediately denied, "Impossible! This person must be a fraud! How could the secretary of Mandrake’s chairman come to such a small place?"

Amelia Garcia didn’t speak and swiftly picked up her phone to search the internet.

Soon, she turned the phone screen to show him: "It’s this person, Liam Williams."

"No way!" Jacob Garcia grabbed the phone, staring at the photo in the biographical introduction, comparing it to the title on the business card, "It really is him!"

Amelia Garcia rubbed her chin, pondering: "So, the boss he just mentioned must be the chairman of Mandrake. He said his boss’s ancestral home is the Ancient Town... Unexpectedly, such a renowned person has his hometown in our Ancient Town?"

Jacob Garcia didn’t respond, but continued to search about Mandrake Group’s chairman on her phone, "Sis, look... Mandrake’s chairman is named Thomas Smith, but there’s no photo, and the biographical introduction is very brief, with no mention of family relations."

"Hmm, must be extremely low-key."

Such a famous business tycoon, yet the biographical introduction lacks even a photo, can only indicate how particularly low-key he must be, even to the point of being described as "mysterious!"

"Oh sis! What a loss! If I had known he was such a notable figure, you should have asked for billions, and he certainly would have bought it!" Jacob Garcia suddenly realized and regretfully slapped his leg.

Amelia Garcia gave him a big eye-roll and knocked him with a flick on the forehead, "Who was boasting just now about treating money as dirt?"

With the matter settled, they needed to prepare to leave. Amelia Garcia picked up her bag and walked out.

Jacob Garcia was behind her, shouting, "It’s different! Actually, how much the house sells for is a minor issue. The main thing is to get to know such a powerful business tycoon through selling the house! People would envy such awesome connections! You never know when they could come in handy!"

Amelia Garcia shook her head helplessly.

This brother of hers is truly astute, thinking about how to leverage everyone and everything he encounters for future benefit!

He approaches his sister this way, cozies up to Christopher Hart this way, and now even considers an unrelated stranger this way.

Though there’s one good thing.

He’s so forthright about his intentions, which is better than those deeply scheming hypocrites.

The siblings inspected the courtyard house inside and out, locked the door, and headed toward the car.

"Wow... The legendary Rolls-Royce Phantom!" Jacob Garcia was amazed upon seeing the black luxury car parked next to their BMW on the side of the street.

The next second, the passenger window rolled down, and Secretary Little Williams smiled, revealing his face, "Miss Norton, are you leaving?"

"Zhao—" Jacob Garcia, upon seeing him, felt like he’d found a gold mountain and reached out eagerly to greet him, but was pulled back by the collar by Amelia Garcia.

"Get in the car!"

She scolded softly, looked at Secretary Little Williams with a formal smile and nodded slightly, then got into the car without even saying hello.

For some reason, she felt odd inside.

She kept feeling that someone with such noble status approached her inexplicably not to buy a house, as if there was another motive.

After all, her grandparents’ house, though nice, wasn’t the most luxurious in the Ancient Town.

Based on Mr. Smith’s influence and aesthetics, if he wanted to buy, he would choose the best, wouldn’t he?

In the passenger seat, Jacob Garcia complained while fastening his seatbelt, "Why did you stop me? Getting acquainted wouldn’t cost a thing! Plus, didn’t you see Secretary sitting in the passenger seat? That implies someone is in the back! I bet it’s that low-key Chairman Smith! You should have taken the initiative to get to know them, such a pity..."

"Shut up! Keep babbling, and I’ll throw you out of the car!" Amelia Garcia was still pondering the other party’s intentions, but the chatter in her ear was infuriating, causing her to snap.

Jacob Garcia had no choice but to shut up.

As the BMW started to leave, Amelia Garcia glanced at the rearview mirror.

When she nodded to Secretary Little Williams earlier, she had caught a glimpse of the rear seat through the open car window, and indeed, there was someone sitting there.

From such a distance and just a brief glimpse, she felt the other’s powerful and noble aura, impossible to ignore.

This deepened her suspicion—what exactly is this person’s motive? Is it truly necessary for him to personally come to this small town to buy a house?

The BMW slowly started and left.

Secretary Little Williams turned to look behind, "Mr. Smith, should we follow back to the city?"

Thomas Smith smiled faintly, "No need, the year’s end is near, return to Imperial City."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man looked out the window, his gaze resting on the courtyard door.

Chloe, your daughter is like you, clear-headed and cautious, never believing in windfall luck.

He wanted to lend a hand, yet couldn’t find the appropriate opportunity.