The owner of the estate, Mister Merlin, rushes to the estate with his security.

He wipes the sweat from his eyebrow as he rushes towards the mansion on the hill, the one that the manager just said has been sold.

He meets the manager walking around with a clipboard in his hands, and he runs towards his boss when he sees me.

"Tell me this is a joke! You sold that house after ten years?!"

"Yes, boss!" The manager is very excited. "The man who bought the house didn't even bat an eye, he paid in full!"

"What?!" He yells. "How many banks did he get loans from before buying?"

"None, sir. This man seems to be very wealthy."

Mister Merlin takes the clipboard immediately, it contains little information about the buyer and he scans through it.

"Angus Knighton? I have never heard of that name in my life." He mutters. "And he is in his mid-twenties? How could he have afforded the money?!"

"Maybe he comes from a very rich family." The manager shrugs. "He came with his assistant and she dro

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