Life Before Marriage: Calculation of Property

I called the sales staff directly.

"I don't want this small department. Give me a bigger one instead."

The sales staff promptly showed me a spacious flat, 180 square meters in size.

"Miss Laver, this is a 180-square-meter department, the largest and most expensive one we have."

I gave it a quick look.

"Alright, let's sign the contract right away."

The salesgirl couldn't contain her joy, her mouth wide open. It only took a few minutes for her to sell a large flat. How much commission she would receive?

"Miss Laver, it's 6,900 dollars per square meter. Would you like to pay in full or make a down payment?"

Heh! I would not be humble again.

"I'll pay in full."

Bridger put a long face.

"Natalie, what's gotten into you? 180 square meters at 6,900 per square meter. How much more do you want? Can you afford it with your 14,00 dollars salary? Don't put on airs here, pretending to be rich."

I didn't even bother looking at him.

"Whether you can afford it or not is none of your concern. Get out of here. Don't be a nuisance."

He even attempted to pull me back.

"Don't be crazy. Just change the department's ownership to my mother's name. Our wedding will proceed as planned. We're still a family."

I stepped on his instep with my high heels.

"Get lost. Don't bother me while I'm buying a department."

He held his foot in pain, spinning around.

Jenna spoke to the saleswoman as if she was watching a show.

"Hey, don't bother. Her monthly salary is just a little over 1,400 dollars. Where did she get the money to buy this huge flat? She's just showing off in front of us."

Jenna glanced at me again.

"Stop pretending. If you sign the contract, you can't afford it. But if you break the contract, you have to pay for it, got it?"

Did she think I didn't know? Did she think I couldn't afford it?

What a joke. I can buy ten of these.

I picked up the pen handed to me by the salesgirl, and Bridger quickly pulled me aside.

"Why are you being so stubborn? How dare you sign this contract just to anger me, to make me look bad in front of my mother and sister. You know, the penalty alone will be enough for you to pay for the rest of your life."

I shrugged off his hand.

"I don't need your help to repay it. Why are you in such a rush?"

He looked heartbroken, as if I was being completely unreasonable.

"Don't make troubles. My mother and sister are dreaming of our happy life after marriage. Think about it. I bought a department with my own money. We're planning to get married and have kids. All of that requires money. Both of us will have to pay the mortgage when the time comes. How will we make ends meet?"

That's true. How are we going to manage?

"We'll live separately. You can stay in your department, and I'll stay in mine. It's just perfect."

He furrowed his brow.

"What are you talking about? Couples is supposed to live together."

I wanted to give him another chance.

"You're right. Then let's sell both our departments and buy a bigger one together. That way, we can solve everything, okay? We'll pay off the loan together. We won't have any problems living an abundant life."

Before he could respond, Jenna, who had been standing beside him, interrupted, “That won't work. The department is marital property. Where will my mother live? Where will I live? If you get divorced, you'll still get half of it. You'll be taking advantage of me for no reason."

Heh!

"Just a moment ago, they were accusing me of scheming against them."

They were repulsive.

I looked at Bridger.

"I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to sell your department?"

He was even angrier than I was.

"Natalie, don't even think about laying a finger on my department."

Fine, I've given up completely.

With a wave of my hand, I wrote my name on the contract for the 180-square-meter big flat.

"Miss Laver, this grand department is now yours. How would you like to make the payment?"

"Whoosh..."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Jenna burst into laughter.

"Natalie, pay the bill. Come on, hurry up and pay. I want to see how you embarrass yourself."

Silently, I took out a bank card, and Bridger had a smug look on his face.

Because he recognized that card. Usually, there was only a few tens of thousands of dollars in it.

He was convinced that I couldn't afford to pay 90 million dollars.

I handed the card to the salesperson. As expected, one minute later, the POS machine informed me that the balance was insufficient.