Chapter 12

All of them were surprised to hear what Morel said, so all eyes were on him. Because they all often passed through the Grand Houston area and admired the splendor of the houses there.

With a look of astonishment, the golf course ranger couldn't hide his growing curiosity. "Do you live in the house at the far end of the building, sir?"

In front of the doorman, Morel nodded his head and, with a flawless face, replied, "Yes, this is my house. I live there." The look in Morel's eyes indicated the belief that the house really belonged to him.

However, when the man who bumped into Morel earlier was somewhat annoyed to hear it, his voice sounded firm and loud, "Hey, don't lie. I know you don't live there because I've never seen you there or around the neighborhood,". The man's eyes displayed doubt.

The expression on Morel's face was full of undeniable truth and firmness. "I'm not lying, I do live there,"

The man arrogantly took every inch of Morel's body, from top to bottom. He spoke in a vo