Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw Naomi standing there talking to someone. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"No way!"
he thought to himself, his mind racing with thought.
"This is the estate she was talking about on the phone? if I had known I would have just requested for her in the first place?"
However the man Naomi was arguing with said something that made Ethan's blood boil.
He leaned back in his chair, with a smug grin on his face.
"Listen, sweetheart,"
he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence.
"If you walk away now, you'll be the one footing the bill for all the custom furniture you ordered. The manager has already put in the order, but I can easily tell her I never asked for it. And guess who'll be forced to pay? You, and you know how much it would cost."
he then smiled and said.
"Eight million dollars, just in case you have forgotten."