Chapter 127 Learning the Landlord is Fiorello
Soon, the property staff found the information of the owner of Unit 802. The staff said, "I've got it. Please jot down his phone number on your phone."
"Okay, thank you." Maggie took out her phone. As the staff recited each digit, she entered them into her contacts. But as she finished entering the complete phone number, her phone displayed the contact as "My Mr. Flores," leaving her dumbfounded. The homeowner's phone number being identical to Fiorello's was baffling Maggie. She thought, ‘I must have entered it incorrectly.’
Maggie laughed and said, "Could you please read it again? I might have made a mistake."
"Sure, 136..." The staff repeated it, but Fiorello's phone number still appeared on her phone.
Maggie listened carefully this time, but the result remained the same. Confused, Maggie asked, "What's the homeowner's name?"
Glancing at the owner's information on the computer, the staff replied, "His name is Fiorello Flores. What's wrong? Didn't your husband tell you?" Upon hearing Fiorello's name, Maggie couldn't believe it. She was filled with excitement and rushed to look at the information on the computer.
She found everything matched. His phone number was correct, his name was correct and even his driver's license was correct.
When she first met Fiorello, she had deliberately looked at his driver's license, so she remembered, unable to put her feelings into words at this moment. Fiorello had deceived her about the house, it wasn't rented but bought, despite him claiming it was rented, with a monthly rent of five thousand dollars.
It was all a lie, everything was a lie. Maggie couldn't understand why Fiorello would lie to her about the house being rented. She thought, 'Could Fiorello be worried that I would covet this house? Is he guarding against me?'
Maggie's mind was in turmoil, and she felt deeply discouraged. Walking out of the property office, she held her phone but didn't dare to call to confirm.
The house in Cityhomes West spanned over one thousand six hundred square feet and was valued at over two million dollars. Maggie thought, 'Given our quick marriage, Fiorello must be guarding against me, afraid that I might have fantasies about his premarital property.'
Maggie sat alone on a bench in the community playground, with sunlight shining on her. She quietly sat there, deep in thought. When Dulcinea called, Maggie answered numbly. "Hello, Dulce."
Dulcinea asked, "Where are you? Why haven't you shown up? We agreed on a skincare session today."
"Dulce, I'm not feeling well, so I'm not going. We can go together next time." Maggie's voice was weak and lacked vigor. After ending the call, she noticed Fiorello's number in her contacts and couldn't resist dialing.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Fiorello was negotiating a partnership with a key client. Seeing Maggie's call, he paused the negotiations and stepped aside to answer. "Maggie, what's going on?"
His gentle tone surprised those around him. They couldn't believe that the formidable Fiorello could sound so tender.
Maggie sat on a community bench. Nervously, she unconsciously clasped the bench when she heard Fiorello's voice and reluctantly said, "Are you busy?"
Fiorello whispered, "I'm not very busy. Maggie, what's the matter?"
Attempting to steady her emotions, Maggie cautiously inquired, "Um, I was just wondering about the rent. It's due soon. Should I pay it when you're back, or should I take care of it?"
"Wait for me. You don't have to worry about these trivial matters." Upon hearing this response, Maggie felt deeply disappointed, realizing he was still lying to her.
"Okay, you can go back to work." Maggie hung up the phone. She was afraid that if she said another word, she might break down in tears.
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