Chapter 484:
With that kind of offer, the owner didn’t hesitate for a second. “Just let me know where and when to send the sale documents,” he replied eagerly, still reeling from his sudden good luck.
“Head upstairs and get the contract ready. The buyer is already inside,” the caller instructed. “Have her sign it on the spot — and make sure you take two bodyguards with you.”
Craig hesitated at the odd request for added muscle during a simple signing, but with ten million dollars on the table, he wasn’t about to ask questions. Excitement over the staggering sale drowned out any confusion he felt.
Elaine sat back, her lips twisted into a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Watching Rylie sit there with obvious unhappiness, she felt a flicker of satisfaction. She used to think that VIP passes came with real power. But in Rylie’s case, it looked like all bark and no bite.
She leaned forward and said, “So I heard you landed that VIP pass thanks to someone big. Wasn’t it Deandre? The richest guy in the Owen family?” She didn’t wait for a response. “You really think he’d go out of his way for you? Come on. Deandre swaps out girlfriends like clockwork. Everyone knows that. And Vincent? He’s one of his closest friends. If Deandre finds out you harmed Vincent, what do you think he’ll do? You’ve met him. You know he’s quick to blow up.”
Rylie let out a breath and stared at her coffee, as if it had gone cold. “Then go tell the Owen family and—”
A loud voice interrupted from the stairs beside them. “Miss Owen!”
Wood creaked as three people made their way up. Elaine turned and saw the café owner. She hadn’t realized he was speaking to the girl sitting beside her. Her words rushed out. “Mr. Martinez, good timing. I need your help. Don’t let her—”
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Craig brushed past her without a glance. He walked straight to Rylie, bowed a little too politely, and laid a folder on the table. “Miss Owen at table eight, yes?”
Rylie gave a small nod, confusion crossing her face. “What’s this?”
Craig beamed at her like she was royalty. “Just the paperwork for the café transfer. It’s yours now. Anything else you’d like me to handle?”
Rylie blinked slowly, her face a mix of confusion. She had tried to buy the café not too long ago, but it had already been sold. So who went and bought it, only to hand it over to her?
She flipped the contract open, her eyes scanning the page. Elaine leaned forward, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Her? Mr. Martinez, are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“Not even a little,” he replied without hesitation. A small smile touched Craig’s face. “Miss Owen, the person who handled the transfer made it clear. This café belongs to you now. You can run it however you like.”
He nodded toward the men behind him. “Oh, and one more thing. These two now work for you.”
Rylie raised her brows, her eyes drifting to the screen nearby. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “I can really do anything I want?”
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