What Zora did not expect was for the man to project something from his phone. On the wall in front of her, there was a comatose man in a luxurious room, on a luxurious bed. There was a nanny attending to him, making her understand that he was watching through the CCTV cameras in his house.
Zora was uneasy. "There is a camera in his bedroom? I want to have a separate room and also bring my friend along," she placed her demand.
Mr. Newman was slightly uncomfortable since there wasn’t going to be anything intimate. His reason for keeping the camera there was solely up to him.
To not ruin the contract, he said, "The cameras were only installed there because he was single. If you sign the papers, they would be deactivated. As for your friend, we can make the arrangement."
Zora trusted him and therefore fished for a pen in her handbag, resisted a little, but signed the contract in the end. Then, she took a copy and gave one to Mr. Newman. He smiled, but it seemed distant.
"The driver would take you there, and remember, since you signed this, you should act like you own the house. The people in it should understand just that."
Zora froze at the new revelation. "Who are these people we are talking about?" she asked seriously. Not having 5 billion to cough out, she felt tricked by the middle-aged man.
Mr. Newman explained it calmly. "My son, Sebastian Newman, was moved to the family mansion from his penthouse after he was discharged from the hospital. There was nothing they could do for him there.