Rand City lay at the eastern end of the Western Continent. To its north stretched vast plains, with a river surging through them.
To the west and south of this harbor city lay rolling highlands. Compared to the increasingly crowded urban districts, the residences outside the city were undoubtedly far more spacious.
Scattered around Rand City were countless estates and farmhouses, along with quite a few country vacation villas.
Of all the suburban properties Lewis had brought out, the last one caught Ronan's attention.
It was a small vacation villa built atop a seaside cliff fifteen kilometers from the city district. Its surroundings were beautiful; it was a genuine ocean-view home.
Most importantly, its rent was quite cheap, entirely within what Ronan could currently afford.
So he decisively picked out the document. "I'd like to see this one."
"Certainly."
Lewis was immediately delighted and hurriedly took it. "Then I'll help you—"
Before he could finish, his voice caught in his throat. His gaze fell upon the papers in his hand, and panic appeared on his face.
Ronan asked suspiciously, "Is there a problem?"
Coming back to his senses, Lewis hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beading on his forehead. With a bitter smile, he said, "My apologies, sir. I accidentally put this property's information in there. It isn't among the recommended listings."
"This was my mistake!"
Ronan frowned, saying with considerable displeasure, "I'm asking you what the problem is!"
The broker's heart jolted, and an inexplicable terror rose within him. The sweat he had just wiped away emerged once more.
He felt that what sat across from him was not a young police officer, but a powerful, ferocious beast ready to devour its prey!
Forcing himself to remain calm, Lewis swallowed and explained fearfully, "It's like this.