Chapter 145

"Ms. Casstevensa..." Emily, the new sales associate, stood frozen in place.

"What are you waiting for? Did you memorize the capital verification process? If some riffraff gets in, can you handle the responsibility?"

"I... I learned the procedure during training. If the verification passes and this lady's card checks out, then I'm not at fault..."

"Tch. Just arrived and already learned to shift blame." Vanessa sneered. "In our line of work, discernment is everything. You must know who's a real client and who's just putting on airs. Wasting time is wasting life."

Emily bit her lower lip. "Thank you for the reminder. But I'm still learning and need more client interactions to gain experience."

She turned to Evelyn. "Per procedure, we'll need to verify your funds first. If everything checks out, we can proceed with the property viewing."

Then she addressed William and Victoria. "Sir and madam, you may wait in the lounge area. This won't take long."

William waved his hands hastily. "No need, no need."

His palms were drenched in sweat.

His daughter was playing with fire!

What would they do when the verification failed? Where would they hide their faces?

Victoria appeared composed as she sat sipping tea, but the cup trembled violently in her hands.

"Please follow me." Emily guided Evelyn toward the finance office.

"Such a performance!" Vanessa scoffed. "They won't admit defeat until they see the coffin..."

Ten minutes later.

The two emerged from the finance office.

"Was the card fake?" Vanessa remained posted at the door, wearing a mocking grin.

No one acknowledged her.

"Are you absolutely certain you don't want to reconsider?" Emily asked nervously.

"No need."

"Perhaps I could show you the actual unit? Just seeing the model might not—"

"The model is sufficient."

Good heavens! A multi-million-dollar property decided just like that?

"Quite the convincing act." Vanessa remarked sarcastically. "Consider this your first lesson, Emily. Open your eyes wider next time!"

"Ms. Casstevensa, you've misunderstood—"

"Misunderstood what? Don't tell me that black card was real?" She shot Evelyn a derisive glance.

"It is! The verification cleared!"

"Pfft—have you been brainwashed?" Vanessa burst into shrill laughter.

Emily: "..."

"You're certain you don't want to see more?" Emily double-checked.

"Just prepare the contract."

Though this development's prices were slightly higher, the location was prime and the luxury finishes impeccable.

Compared to Boston's housing market, it felt practically like a steal.

Moreover, Evelyn had done thorough research beforehand—she knew every detail about the unit layouts and orientations.

No further viewing was necessary.