Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 112 - 101 Chatting with This Group of People Requires Some Intelligence to Communicate 2

Chapter 112: Chapter 101 Chatting with This Group of People Requires Some Intelligence to Communicate 2

Oliver Turner sat to the side and laughed.

"Let me ask you something, how did you get your hands on that house?"

Faye Townsend ate as she watched him, "I bought it second-hand from a friend.

He had already done the renovations, so we just moved in directly with our bags."

"What kind of amazing friend can get a villa in that development?

I heard you only spent a bit over thirty million?"

Faye nodded, "Why? Is it really that hard to buy a villa in that area?"

"It’s more than just hard. That development covers a lot of land and is very well landscaped.

A total of eight garden villas were designed in the whole of Anchester.

And yours is the smallest among them.

Your friend giving it to you for thirty million means he’s definitely disregarding the money."

Faye looked at Oliver’s expression, feeling that there was more behind his words.

"The house... the son of the People’s Hospital director sold it to me.

He’s Roman Hughes, good buddies with Hunter Warren, and someone I’ve known since my teenage years."

"No wonder," Oliver leisurely crossed his legs.

"No wonder what." Faye looked at him, sensing he was finally about to spill the beans.

"You definitely don’t know who developed that estate, do you?"

Faye lowered her eyes for a moment, hesitantly asking, "Could it be... Hunter Warren?"

Oliver nodded, "Roman Hughes must have really not made a penny off you.

He must have gotten the house from Hunter Warren at cost price.

Looks like he really had the heart to sell that house to you.

You should really thank him well; you got a great deal."

Faye looked up at Oliver, realizing this must be the purpose of his visit today.

She now understood that chatting with this group requires a bit of brainpower to communicate.

Luckily, he wasn’t trying to harm her, or she’d be outsmarted at every turn.

Just thinking of Roman Hughes made her head throb in pain.

Now she realized why out of all the developments in Anchester, he recommended his own house.

I originally thought he had some ulterior motive, and it turns out to be true.

No way, she has to clear things up about what Roman Hughes really meant.

In the afternoon, Faye left the company half an hour early.

She didn’t drive home but headed to the People’s Hospital.

When she got to the Bone Department, she said she was looking for Dr. Hu.

The nurse eyed her with hostility written all over her face.

And it wasn’t just one nurse; the whole nurse station seemed like that.

"Dr. Hu has consultations today and hasn’t returned yet.

The consultations have stopped now, and you’ll be unable to register.

If you don’t have an appointment, come back early tomorrow."

Faye tilted her head and smiled, "I’m his cousin. My aunt asked me to see him for something. Where’s his office? I’ll wait there."

The nurses’ attitudes turned a complete 180 degrees upon hearing this.

"Wow, the genes in Dr. Hu’s family are amazing."

Now Faye understood, Roman Hughes truly is very popular in the hospital.

"Just turn right ahead to the director’s office. I’ll take you there."

Led by the nurse into Roman Hughes’s office, Faye couldn’t help but marvel at Roman’s achievements.

To become a director at such a young age, what’s next for his career?

Faye sat quietly across from his desk, waiting patiently.

After quite a while, footsteps were heard at the door.

The office door opened, and Faye turned her head towards the entrance.

Roman Hughes was taken aback upon seeing her: "Oh my, so you are my little cousin!

The little girl in our department just told me that my particularly beautiful cousin was waiting for me in my office.

I was worried it might be some woman I failed to seduce coming to find trouble."

Roman turned to wash his hands at the sink by the door: "My little cousin, why are you here at this hour?"

"You only got half of it right. I’m here to find trouble," Faye crossed her legs and looked at him.

"Oh really." Roman sat back down while wiping his hands: "Finding trouble sounds scary, alright then, tell me, my dear cousin, how did I offend you?"

"You’ve quickly promoted my status.

Roman Hughes, I ask you, is there any problem with the house you sold me?"

Faye became serious, focusing intently on Roman Hughes.

Roman’s eyes shifted, just about to say something, when Faye immediately pointed at him, "No lying."

"Wow, look at you, I haven’t even spoken yet.

You made me nervous with your questioning. What’s wrong with the house, is it uncomfortable to live in, or haunted?"

"I ask you, is that villa estate developed by the Warren Group?"

Roman widened his eyes at her, finding out so quickly, "Yes, what’s the matter."

"Roman Hughes, what do you mean, knowing full well my relationship with Hunter Warren, why sell me his estate.

’Yes, what’s the matter?’ Look at you justifying it, you’re just afraid the world won’t be chaotic enough, right? You’re hoping to watch a good show, right."

"Faye, you’re wronging me here.

I’ve treated you sincerely, you can’t be unjust to me like that.

Think about it, didn’t you ask me about the estate?

I had no intention to deceive you, I just provided information in your favor when you asked.

Moreover, didn’t you specifically inquire if there were any well-located small villas?

You never said not to recommend properties developed by Hunter Warren.

Faye, once you buy a villa, it’s yours. Why do you care who developed it?

The developer isn’t going to live in your house.

Besides, you needed a house urgently, and I happened to have a vacant one.

Anyway, I couldn’t live in that many villas.

Since you asked me, I shouldn’t keep it from you, right.

Originally, Hunter wanted me to make a profit by flipping the house.

If sold to someone else, I surely would’ve profited.

But you’re Hunter’s wife after all, I couldn’t bring myself to make money off you using Hunter’s house.

So I gave it to you at a discount.

So why are you making such a fuss to come see me?"

At the mention of ’Hunter’s wife,’ Faye immediately got angry.

She slammed the table and stood up in displeasure: "Who’s Hunter Warren’s wife? Roman Hughes, just because your last name’s Hu you think you can spout nonsense?

Stop associating me with that person.

I have nothing to do with him, he’s him, and I’m me."

After saying that, Faye grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

Roman Hughes was dumbfounded. What did he say wrong?

Didn’t they never actually get divorced?

Why did he get the feeling he was being despised together with Hunter Warren?

He hurriedly stood up and grabbed Faye: "Alright, alright, my little cousin, my apologies for saying the wrong thing.

You have no ties with that bastard Hunter Warren.

Considering our friendship for so many years, you asked me to sell the house, I did it purely out of friendship, does that placate you now?"

Faye pulled her wrist from Roman’s hold.

Seeing her stop, Roman continued: "Honestly, let me tell you.

I’m recently working on a medical project at the hospital, requiring a substantial amount of funds.

You know my dad, he’d rather help outsiders than me.

So I have to raise funds myself.

I’m not short by much, once the house is sold, it ties up the deal.

I initially planned to get money from Hunter.

Coincidentally, you asked me about that house.

After some thought, since I wasn’t living in that house anyway, I just handed it over to you."

"Really?" Faye looked at his earnest expression; he didn’t seem to be lying.

"Really, why would I lie to you, no one’s giving me any tips for it.

Alright then, are you not mad anymore?"

Faye indeed calmed down.

Roman checked his watch: "Hey, perfect timing, I’m done with work too, let’s go out for a drink."

"With you? No way." Faye shook her head.

"Why, afraid I’ll eat you up?

Don’t worry, I know you’re not interested in me, I won’t have any inappropriate thoughts about you."

Roman took off his white coat and grabbed his bag: "Let’s go."

"I never agreed to go for drinks with you."

"We’re friends, not seeing each other for six years, going for a drink isn’t illegal.

I know what you’re worried about, don’t fret, I won’t bring up Hunter in front of you."

Faye hesitated for a moment.

"If I were Henry Sullivan, you would’ve gone with me already."

Faye rolled her eyes at him: "Why bring up Henry?"

"I’m just making a comparison.

Come on, don’t hesitate, let’s go."

Roman gently pushed her shoulders, leading her out of the office.

Passing the nurse station, the nurses busy with shift changes were thrilled to greet him.

Roman was equally enthusiastic, beaming brightly.

"Ladies, thank you for the hard work on the night shift.

I’ll be leaving first with my little cousin."

Faye found the ’little cousin’ reference oddly amusing.

As they reached the ground floor, Roman slipped into her car: "My car’s still not fixed, so no need to hail a taxi today."

Faye looked at him from the driver’s seat, half-amused, half-exasperated.

She initially planned to drive straight home.

"Why stare at me? I know my handsome profile is stunningly attractive.

I know that myself, so stop hesitating, let’s go."

"You’ve got some nerve, your narcissism’s unmatched."

"Narcissism? Wasn’t it you who told Hunter Warren among us four buddies, I was the handsomest?

Let me tell you, because of your remark back then, Hunter ignored me for days.

He was definitely jealous."

Faye didn’t believe it for a second; Hunter Warren never cared about her, jealousy was far-fetched, more like indifferent.

"You just said you wouldn’t mention him."

"Oh, I forgot, okay, let’s talk about something else.

It’s too early for the two of us to hit a bar right now.

How about I take you to a great place, guarantee you’ll love it."

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