"But why. We agreed that I come over to check the house, some minutes ago. So why can't I purchase it, now that I have checked it and I'm satisfied.
"I'm sorry, Mr Wallace. The authorities have instructed us not to sell the house to you."
"What the heck are you talking about? What authorities?! Look, don't play games with me, man. If you're not pleased with my price, then tell me to increase it and I would. Don't tell me that you can't sell this house to me..."
Before Roy could finish talking, he noticed two able-bodied men at the doorstep of the house.
They were dressed in dark suits and wearing stern expressions. They stood there as if they were sentinels guarding the mansion's threshold. Their presence was intimidating, and it sent a shiver down Roy's spine.
Roy's initial surprise quickly gave way to indignation as he ended the call and approached the men.
"What is the meaning of this?" Roy demanded, his voice laced with authority. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
The taller of the two men, a burly figure with a stern face, stepped forward and produced a badge from his pocket as one of the estate's security guards. "We've been instructed by the authorities to escort you both out of the premises."
Roy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Escorted out? By whose authority?"
The man maintained a steely resolve. "We received orders from higher up. You have no right to be here.
Leslie, her eyes widening in alarm, couldn't hide her anxiety. "But we came here to check this place. And we're just about to purchase it."
"The house has been sold to someone else, you can file a formal inquiry with the appropriate authorities. But for now, we must ask you to leave the premises peacefully."
Roy and Leslie exchanged looks of shock. "What?... But..."
"Please, leave here at once to avoid any embarrassment."
The situation was escalating, and Roy and Leslie realized that resistance would only lead to more complications. Reluctantly, they agreed to cooperate and began to make their way toward the exit.
As they stepped outside, they couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. "Just before coming to check that particular house in the estate, Roy had called the estate agent and shown his interest.
Before that day, he had gone to check the house but not very thoroughly like he did today. The agent was positive in his approach and had given him every detail he needed including the bank account he was to pay to. Now, he was surprised at the sudden change of things.
Leslie's voice quivered with anxiety as she turned to Roy. "What do we do now, Roy? This is unbelievable."
Roy, his mind racing, knew that they needed to get to the bottom of this. "We'll find out who's behind this," he said firmly.
With a sense of frustration and urgency gnawing at him, Roy decided to call the real estate agent who had initially shown him the property. He retrieved his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the familiar number, his impatience growing with each ring.
After a few moments, the call was answered by a weary voice on the other end. "Hello?"
Roy wasted no time. "This is Roy Wallace. I need to discuss other houses in The Elites' Estate, since I can't purchase the one I requested for."
There was a pause on the line, as if the agent was hesitant to respond. "Mr. Wallace, I regret to inform you that none of the houses in The Elites' Estate are available for purchase at this time."
Roy's frustration simmered. "What do you mean, none of the houses? I'm willing to make an offer, and I've got the resources to do so."
The agent's voice remained apologetic. "I understand your position, Mr. Wallace, but it's out of my hands. There has been a directive from the new authority overseeing the estate, and they've made it clear that none of the properties are to be sold."
Roy's pride and arrogance flared up. "New authority? Who are they to make such a decision?"
The agent hesitated before providing an answer that left Roy stunned. "The new authority overseeing The Elites' Estate is Mr. Elvis Klein."
Roy's brow furrowed in disbelief. "Elvis Klein? Who is he, and why does he have the authority to block the sale of the properties?"
The agent's response was tinged with respect. "Mr. Klein is the legal owner of the estate, and he has the authority to make such decisions. I'm afraid there's nothing more I can do in this matter."
Roy ended the call, his mind racing with a mix of frustration and curiosity. Elvis Klein—the name sounded vaguely familiar. How come the new authority bore the same name with the same Elvis he knew.
"What a funny coincidence?" Roy muttered under his breath. "Well, that none of my business. He could bare whatever name he chooses to bare. All I want is a house in the estate."
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With the authority over The Elites' Estate firmly in his hands, Elvis made a decision about which house he would call home - the most exquisite mansion that stood as a testament to opulence and luxury.
The moment Elvis walked through the doors of his chosen abode, he was greeted by an aura of elegance and grandeur. The entryway was adorned with marble flooring, and a sparkling crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling.
The living room was a masterpiece of design, with plush velvet sofas and armchairs that invited one to sink into their embrace.
Richly embroidered throw pillows added a pop of color and texture to the room. After scanning through the exotic grand house for a while, Elvis felt his breath taken away as he walked to the backyard.
He was greeted by another oasis of beauty. A pristine swimming pool with mosaic tiles shimmered in the sunlight, surrounded by lounge chairs and umbrellas. Beyond the pool, manicured gardens stretched out, bursting with vibrant blooms and fragrant blossoms.
Elvis couldn't help but marvel at the sheer beauty and tranquility of his new home. However, after he had meticulously reviewed every corner of his home, ensuring that it met his exact standards, he stepped out onto his terrace, casting a casual glance toward the neighboring properties.
Almost immediately, a figure caught his eye. It was a young woman stepping out of one of the grand houses in the estate.
Her long, ebony hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, glistening in the sunlight like a river of onyx. Her features were sculpted to perfection, with high cheekbones and a flawless complexion that seemed to glow with an inner light.
Elvis felt a sense of familiarity wash over him as he continued to observe the enchanting lady. He squinted, trying to place where he had seen her before. Isn't this Nora William, his college girlfriend? Elvis thought.
Elvis had dropped out of college when he couldn't afford his school fees, but he and Nora had a romantic affair while in college and he had lost touch with her after dropping out. To have a better view, he moved closer.