The next day, Rosalie took a taxi to meet the real estate agent to seal the contract for the apartment she wanted. They met at a cafe where they briefly talked about simple things before heading to more serious topics.
At first, Rosalie was still suspicious of the authenticity of the apartment. But after meeting with the kind and polite real estate agent, her doubts were all dispelled and she even thought that the agent was really professional.
After discussing the price of the apartment, Rosalie finally sealed the papers with her signature.
"When can I move in?" Rosalie was worried that the money left in her bank account wouldn't be enough to sustain her life if she continued staying at the motel for too long.
Thankfully, the agent told her that she could move whenever she wanted and left her with the apartment keys.
With that, Rosalie bid farewell to the agent and went back to the motel to pack her things. The earlier she moved to the new apartment, the more money she could save.
When nighttime arrived, the real estate agent sent her a message. Surprisingly, he sent her a WhatsApp number with an additional note, telling her it was the other tenant's number.
Rosalie entered the number, and a person named KPA with a wolf profile picture popped up. She considered messaging the other tenant since they would be living in the same apartment and needed to get to know each other. However, she was concerned that reaching out first might be too impulsive. Should she wait for the other tenant to contact her first?
After waiting for half an hour, Rosalie finally sent a message.
[Rosy: Hello, I'm the new tenant in the shared house.]
The other tenant did not reply.
Rosalie sent another message. [I will be moving to the house tomorrow.]
The other tenant still did not respond even though the avatar had a tiny green circle under it.
Rosalie set her phone down, gazed at the ceiling from her bed, and let out a sigh. She refrained from sending more messages, assuming the recipient was either busy or already asleep.
Anyway, the two of them will meet each other tomorrow. They can talk again when the time comes.
Besides, she'd already informed the other of her moving time. Hopefully, the other tenant wouldn't be someone hard to get along with.
...
In a private parking lot.
A black Bentley stopped in a corner reserved for the VVIP guests of the club.
The buzz-cut driver rests one hand on the steering wheel, his eyes moving left to right as if on high alert in this exclusive area.
In the backseat sat a man with striking blond hair and a fair complexion. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit—a light-colored jacket, a matching vest, and a crisp black shirt paired with a silver tie. A red overcoat was draped over his shoulders.
"Young master, we've arrived."
The driver broke through the silence with polite words.
The man didn't respond quickly and casually swiped his finger on the tablet. After a few more seconds, he finally turned off the tablet and raised his head.
"I know."
After replying, the man pushed the car door open and walked out of it. The driver followed behind him with reverent behavior as they moved past the bodyguards who blocked the entrance for common club-goers.
The club was an extremely affluent establishment in the city. They didn't hire normal bouncers, but men who have served in the military or powerful wrestlers. And so, even though many people desperately wanted to go inside, knowing that the people who could enter this place were definitely unordinary, they couldn't recklessly and arrogantly push past these bodyguards for fear of their own lives.
But as soon as the blonde-haired man approached, these bodyguards stood in attention and stopped interacting with the people outside the entrance, as if a lion was spotted prowling about.
The wall of bodyguards didn't even ask for his verification or identity as they let the man and his driver in.
The club's manager promptly escorted him to a private room, already occupied by other people.
When the door opened, there was still music playing in the background and people laughing and conversing, but as soon as he entered, the sound quickly stopped.
"Kallix, you came!" a flamboyantly dressed man stood up and stepped forward.
Kallix Volkovich, the only heir of the wealthy Volkovich family in the Capital city.
In the entire capital city, he was the one who called the shots. Even those from other areas of the country respected and obeyed him.
Kallix took a seat in the middle of the sofa. As soon as he sat down, a voluptuous woman poured him a drink with a seductive smile. The boisterous and merry sound in the private room disappeared.
"Master Kallix, I poured this drink for you," the voluptuous woman pushed the glass a bit closer to the man when he didn't take it at first.
Kallix rubbed the bead bracelet on his wrist, lost in thought.
The people who knew Kallix personally would've guessed he was not in a good mood tonight, and wouldn't dare approach him lightly. But the lady didn't know this and continued to close in the distance between them.
Her hand picked up the glass she poured the drink into and moved it close to Kallix while sweetly saying, "Master Kallix, this is the club's most expensive wine--"
"Stop," the flamboyant man raised his hand to prevent the woman from getting closer to him. His head was throbbing, and he wondered how blind this woman was not to see that it was not a good time to seduce someone.
Sebastian was Kallix's classmate, and only he, dared to approach him when he was in such a bad mood.
Sebastian had a bit of understanding about the reason. But he still wondered how such a fine man like Kallix could develop chronic insomnia.
Sebastian pondered for a moment on how he could improve Kallix's mood. He recalled that there were newly hired women in the club and was about to suggest introducing them to Kallix. However, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud chime coming from a phone echoing in the noisy room.
Immediately, Sebastian's expression became grim. He was about to scold the person who made such an idiotic mistake in front of Kallix but stopped when he saw the man who didn't like hearing loud noise pull out his phone from his pocket.
Kallix looked down, unlocked his phone, and took a look.
He originally wanted to ignore it, but when he read the two messages sent to him, he couldn't help but purse his lips.
The other person was still trying to type and Kallix waited for the other to send their third message. But suddenly, they stopped typing and never sent their message.
Leaving only two messages that said he had acquired a new housemate, who would start living in his house from tomorrow.
"..."
...
As soon as dawn arrived the next day, Rosalie left the motel and got into a taxi.
It was still early, and some stores had already opened their doors to their first customers.
Since the morning wind was still free of polluted air, Rosalie had the windows open and immediately smelled the scents of food from a few stalls as the car passed by.
She then remembered she hadn't eaten anything since last night, which must be why her stomach was protesting.
'Gruumble.'
As if on cue, her stomach made a loud sound that had the old driver look at her through the rearview mirror.
After flashing an embarrassed smile to the old driver, she heard the latter ask, "Miss if you're not in a hurry, do you want me to park so you can get something to eat?"
Rosalie looked out the window and contemplated this. Finally, she nodded and told the driver to wait for her.
She walked to a food stall selling hot pancakes and steamed buns, and bought two of each. When she was about to pay, she remembered it was still early in the morning and wondered if her housemate had already prepared breakfast.
In the end, she bought four hot pancakes and steam buns filled with savory meat, intending to give the other two pancakes and steam buns to her housemate as a greeting meal.
After making the purchase, she returned to the car and requested the driver to hurry so that the food she had bought wouldn't get too cold by the time she reached the apartment.