Chapter 489
Chapter 489:
John raised an eyebrow, trying—and failing—to stifle a laugh. “Good? Dude, after eating here this many days in a row, even a five-star chef’s signature dish would lose its charm. Admit it, this has nothing to do with the food p>
Austin, the man who usually made snap decisions without a second thought, was now fumbling over something as straightforward as love. It was almost comical. Who would’ve thought?
With a resigned sigh, he leaned back in his chair. It seemed as though he was going to be stuck in this ridiculous pasta saga for the long haul.
After a beat of silence, John leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alright, I’ve got an idea. Not sure if I should even say it, though p>
Austin raised an eyebrow, his expression impatient. “Then why bring it up? Just spit it out p>
John smirked, barely holding back a chuckle at Austin’s scowl. If Yelena could only see his face now, she’d be running for the door!
Clearing his throat, John finally said, “Okay, hear me out—what if you moved closer to her? Think about it. You’d see each other more often, and things might naturally… you know, develop p>
He expected Austin to roll his eyes or brush him off. Instead, Austin went quiet, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.
Austin didn’t waste a second. He pulled out his phone and called Domenic. “Find me a property near the Harris estate,” he said sharply. “If there’s anything available, buy it immediately p>
Domenic paused, momentarily taken aback. Austin already owned an impressive array of properties in Eighfast. Why the sudden need for another?
But questioning Austin’s decisions was a game Domenic knew better than to play. “Understood,” he replied simply.
A short while later, Domenic called back.
F0r full ch@pters, g0 to
“There are a few options, but the prices are astronomical,” he said cautiously. “The area’s in high demand, and with the Harris family nearby, it’s considered prime real estate. Securing something suitable might take time p>
Austin didn’t flinch. “Cost doesn’t matter. If someone’s willing to sell, I’ll take it,” he said, his tone resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
Sitting nearby, John couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
His posture stiffened as a nervous chill crept over him.
The unwavering intensity in Austin’s voice was unsettling. This guy was really doing it. And if this plan backfired, guess who was going to get blamed?
Austin hung up the call and turned toward John, catching him squirming. His sharp eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you p>
John let out a shaky laugh, raising his hands defensively. “Oh, nothing. Just, uh, stretching. You know, keeping the blood flowing p>
Austin snorted, unimpressed by the excuse. For John’s sake—it had better be nothing.
Surprisingly, Domenic soon found a family willing to sell their house.
Initially, the family was not keen on selling since they were comfortably settled, but the substantial offer from Austin, known for his generosity, swayed them to reluctantly agree.
Domenic mentioned it to Austin. “The house was just renovated last year. It’s practically brand new.” He then showed Austin some photos of the property.
After reviewing a few pictures, Austin said, “No, this isn’t good enough. Find another one p>
Domenic had expected such a response, knowing Austin’s exacting standards for his living space; everything had to align with his taste.
“Hey, bro, I’ve got a great idea,” John said, leaning forward with a mischievous grin.
Austin gave John a look that clearly communicated it had better be a good one.
Under Austin’s scrutinizing gaze, John suggested, “Sometimes, it’s okay to not handle everything on your own. Why not ask for help when you need it p>