Chapter 603 A Ruthless Move
Tom and Mary shared a glance, silently acknowledging the validity of their predicament. Relinquishing the house wasn't too difficult, but parting with the cash was truly agonizing.
"Yes, let's give Ethan, that little rascal, some money so we can swiftly resolve this and begin living like the wealthy!" Ethan's aunt, at last, made the decision. "Tomorrow morning, we'll handle the property affairs with Ethan. We'll reimburse him, then in the afternoon, we'll seek out the wealthy family and demand our reward!"
"Besides the house, let's request five million dollars in cash from the wealthy family," Tom proposed after some consideration. "We shouldn't appear too greedy; settling for the house and cash will suffice!"
"Yes, the compensation for Ethan's parents amounts to only around two hundred thousand dollars, yet we'll demand one million and still profit handsomely!" the eldest sister exclaimed excitedly.
To possess one million dollars and live in a luxurious mansion—henceforth, their family would embark on a marvelous future.
Already, the entire family was envisioning the splendid life ahead, finding it rather easy to accept returning the compensation money to Ethan.
This time, it was Tom who went to Ethan's door. After conveying the resolution to Ethan, his emotions appeared largely unaffected. He simply replied, "I know," before closing the door.
This prompted Tom to curse once more outside.
What the family hadn't anticipated was Ethan, upon shutting the door, retrieving a weathered phone from his backpack and dialing a number after switching it on.
The following morning, the family more anxious than Ethan.
Ethan leisurely enjoyed his breakfast.
"Come on, hurry up!" Tom impatiently urged. "You're not even in a rush when you're handed money, just like your father!"
Ethan ignored him.
After breakfast, Ethan used the home phone to request a day off from school.
Only then did he depart with Tom.
Their first stop was a nearby bank.
There, they transferred the compensation money to Ethan.
"I've transferred hundred and forty thousand dollars to you, and here's a promissory note for two hundred and thirty thousand dollars," Mary handed the promissory note to Ethan.
Upon inspecting it, Ethan discerned something suspicious about the note—it was ambiguously worded.
"Draft a new one according to my mother's template," Ethan demanded, his gaze chilling as he stared at Tom.
Tom faltered.
"It's the same..."
"Write another one according to my mother's template," Ethan reiterated.
"Write as he says!" Mary urged Tom, signaling for him to cease hesitating.
After all, she had already made the same request earlier.
Now that Ethan held sway, their deceitful tactics were futile.
Taking a deep breath, Tom requested a blank paper from the bank and, complying with Ethan's demand, wrote another note, imprinting his fingerprint upon it.
This time, Ethan accepted the promissory note.
Subsequently, the entire family proceeded to a law firm and concluded the transfer of property rights for the house.
Emerging from the establishment, they were greeted by the warm rays of the sun.
Ethan cast a glance at his ecstatic family.
In truth, Ethan's mother and his uncle bore a striking resemblance in their facial features.
Though Ethan's memories of his mother were sparse.
In his memory, she oscillated between madness and hospitalization.
But Ethan did recall that the last time his mother was taken away by his uncle, she had anxiously concealed him in a closet, repeatedly emphasizing, "Ethan, listen to me, don't emerge for any sound, wait for Mom to return."
Yet, she never did.
"Ethan, what are you looking at?" Tom's spirits were high.
Having just contacted the affluent family, who had instructed them to proceed to the real estate development, he was feeling buoyant.
"I won't see you again, so I want to take a closer look at you," Ethan responded.
Mary feared another confrontation between Tom and Ethan.
After all, they hadn't secured the house yet, and they were apprehensive that Ethan might cause trouble once more.
"Ethan, it's getting late; return to school quickly. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can still turn to your uncle and aunt!"
Ethan said nothing, turning and striding away into the distance.
"Mom, let's take a taxi to choose a house! I can't wait any longer!"
"Okay, let's go!"
The trio, immersed in the ecstasy of wealth, hailed a taxi on the roadside and proceeded directly to the preferred real estate development.
The anticipation in their hearts was palpable as they entered the sales department.
"The sales department is so luxurious, how much does it cost?" Ethan's aunt gasped in awe.
Though she had visited numerous new developments before, they had all been affordable housing. The disparity between them and this one was akin to night and day.
A tall, elegant saleswoman greeted them with a smile upon their arrival.
An hour later, having listened to the saleswoman's explanations, inspected the sand table, and toured the model rooms, they unanimously settled on the largest layout.
This layout boasted excellent orientation, with each room facing south. Moreover, the kitchen and living room were remarkably spacious, promising unparalleled comfort.
What's more, it came with high-quality furnishings.
The eldest sister, having perused the interior designer's introduction, eagerly relayed to her parents how impressive the designer was and how exorbitant the design fee must have been. For a residence of such magnitude, the design fee alone would likely exceed a hundred thousand dollars.
The whole family was thoroughly content.
They spent the entire afternoon at the site.
Upon departure, they promptly contacted Mike.
"Sir, we have made our selection. We desire apartment 701 and five million dollars in cash. Kindly relay this message to the lady."
After sending the message.
One minute passed with no response.
Ten minutes passed.
An hour passed.
The three of them grew increasingly anxious.
At that moment, their two younger sons, returning home from school, called.
Answering the phone, they were met with sobs.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked, concerned, as the couple grew more frantic.
"Mom, Dad, we can't enter the house anymore. Several thugs are inside, claiming that the house now belongs to them!" cried the slightly older boy.
"What? Has Ethan gone mad!" The entire family promptly hailed a taxi back.
Upon their arrival, they found the neighbors in the building gathered at the door, watching the commotion.
"What are you all staring at?" Ethan's aunt barked, hands on hips, prompting the neighbors to scatter into their homes.
"Mom, Dad, Sister!" Two boys rushed over, weeping.
Brimming with anger, Tom strode toward the front door. A quick glance revealed the presence of four or five burly men inside, engaged in a game
of cards.
"Where are you from? What are you doing in my house?" Tom demanded, standing at the threshold, though hesitating to step further. His slight frame paled in comparison to the muscular men.
"The owner sold the house to our boss. Who are you?" the leader of the intimidating group, adorned with menacing tattoos, growled.
"The owner? I am..." Tom faltered, realizing that Ethan had become the owner.
Damn. Ethan had sold the house so quickly.
"Our belongings are still inside. At least let us retrieve them, right?" Tom ground his teeth. ‘Ethan was too ruthless. He didn't afford them any time to prepare!'
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