"Miss Torres, what...what is this?"
Lauren's hand was still fiddling with the empty bag. Although she had found the key, she had messed up everything else inside. As she was still tidying it up, she raised her head and said nonchalantly, "The key to the house in western suburbs. Didn't I say that I am going to give you a house? Here, this is the address."
She then handed Mr. Hayes a note.
The Whitecliff residential area in the western suburbs.
Mr. Hayes remembered that he had seen on the news last night that the house prices in the Whitecliff residential area were sky-high. The scenery there was picturesque, and many rich people wanted to buy a house there, so that they could find a quiet place to settle down.
But this...
Mr. Hayes looked at the indifferent Lauren and then lowered his head to look at the rather important key in his hand.
"Miss Torres, is this the real key?" Mr. Hayes asked in disbelief.
