The Realtor and My Fiancé

When Sophia dropped the phrase “godfather”, her words carried a deliberately suggestive undertone.

Asher and I both turned to her simultaneously. She pretended to realize “her mistake” too late and immediately stammered, “Miss Gwen… I didn’t mean it like that… It just clicked that I might’ve seen you before…”

Asher’s brows furrowed as he turned to me, his confusion evident. “Gwen, what does she mean by godfather?”

I barely had time to respond before Sophia eagerly jumped in. “Mr. Asher, please don’t misunderstand…”

She hesitated theatrically, then continued, “Last month, I saw Miss Gwen with a man here at our development. At that time, she called him Godfather… Later, on a phone call, I heard her call someone else the same thing.”

She smiled sheepishly in my direction. “But it’s possible I misheard.”

I dragged out a slow, mocking “Hmm…” and met her gaze with a smirk. “No, you didn’t misremember. I did buy two properties from this development. Is there a problem with that?

“As for the term godfather…”

Asher blinked, stunned for several seconds, before snapping to his senses. He turned to Sophia, his tone sharp. “How dare you spread such baseless lies? Gwen is not that kind of person!”

Sophia frantically shook her head. “Mr. Asher, you can check our building’s surveillance footage and facial recognition records if you don’t believe me…”

I had no patience for her theatrics. I grabbed my bag and headed for the exit. “If I remember correctly, the sales consultant who helped me last time was Christine Thompson. She was much more professional. I’ll go find her instead.”

Hearing this, Sophia panicked and quickly backtracked. “Miss Gwen! No! I’m sorry! I was wrong!”

Asher hurried to catch up with me, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. “Gwen, I trust you. Let’s just switch consultants.”

When we returned to the sales lobby, a familiar face appeared. Christine walked up briskly, beaming. “Miss Gwen! I didn’t expect to see you back so soon!”

Asher glanced between Christine and me. I met his gaze and explained, “Asher, I have bought two properties here.”

Dad started out in real estate and collected properties all over the world. Asher already knew this.

So, Asher nodded calmly, reassuring me with a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Of course. I trust you completely. Today, we’re here to buy our own home together.”

Christine caught on quickly and smiled warmly. “Ah, so this is for your future home with your fiancé? Congratulations, Miss Gwen!”

Before I could respond, Sophia stormed over, shoving Christine aside. “Christine! You know the rules about poaching clients! Mr. Asher was my client first. How dare you try to take him from me?”

Sophia’s outburst drew a crowd, and soon the sales manager rushed over to investigate.

Christine had a puzzled look on her face. “Mr. Asher and Miss Gwen are purchasing a home together, so naturally, both their names will be on the paperwork. Miss Gwen has been my client for less than 45 days, which, as per our policy, still makes her my client.”

The sales manager quickly understood the situation and confirmed, “That’s correct. According to the rules, this deal belongs to Christine.”

Sophia glared at me with pure hatred. “Then why didn’t Miss Gwen mention this earlier?”

Feigning innocence, I smiled sweetly. “Well, if you recognized me, how could you not have known? Also, it wasn’t us who asked for you to assist us. You latched onto my fiancé the moment he walked in.

“Lastly, I’m just a customer. How would I know your internal policies?”

Sophia’s face went pale with panic. She grabbed Asher’s arm desperately. “Mr. Asher, it’s my fault for offending Miss Gwen. Maybe… you could just put the house under your name? After all, you’re not married yet…”

I let out a cold laugh. The down payment for this house was coming from my parents. Did she really think Asher would dare to go along with her suggestion?

Asher inhaled deeply and brushed her hand off his arm. “Everything will be done according to my fiancée’s wishes.”

Hearing this, the manager immediately recognized me as a VIP client. He turned on Sophia, shouting, “Apologize to Miss Gwen immediately!”

Under pressure, Sophia grudgingly apologized, her face dark with resentment. Christine then guided us to finalize the purchase of a stunning 8,000-square-foot penthouse with a sky garden and private pool for 23 million dollars.

Sophia’s expression turned green with rage, knowing she had just lost out on a massive commission worth millions.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a satisfying sense of justice.

Just when I thought the matter was finally behind me, two weeks later, Christine called me.

“Miss Gwen, I saw something today. At the exclusive golf club on the outskirts of the city, Sophia was there with your fiancé.”