The Enigmatic Son-in-law

Dumpsite?

Even so, the saleswoman was growing impatient, her previous curiosity now tinged with frustration. She had convinced herself that Max was just pretending to be wealthy, stringing her along with false hopes. Trying to keep her tone professional, she looked at Max and smirked, believing she had finally unmasked him.

"Sir," she said with a hint of condescension, "let's stop this charade, shall we? You're wasting our time. If you don't have the money, it's best you leave. We can't spend our time on window shoppers."

Max, still calm, didn't flinch. "I understand, but I'm really looking for something simple and peaceful. A place where my wife can rest without too much noise—"

The saleswoman cut him off, waving her hand dismissively, her patience running out. "There's no need to play this game. Villa No. 1 is the only available property, and quite frankly, you're just wasting our time. It's clear you're not serious."

Her irritation was thinly veiled behind her attempt to sound professional.