Chapter 582

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

In supernatural circles, Roman Realty was virtually unknown. In real estate, though, it was famous—and mysterious.

Famous because Roman Realty had fewer than ten employees, yet its annual sales ran into the hundreds of millions.

Mysterious because almost no one knew how Roman Realty managed it, and the few who did refused to talk.

Cerberus came closer. "Roman Realty..."

His tone was wistful.

"You know it?" Geralt was a little surprised.

Was I that out of the loop?

Looking at Luke's photo on the screen, Cerberus said, "I met this kid twenty-odd years ago. His dad was a half-baked Demon Hunter, and his mom had real talent. Shame... How do you know him?"

"He posted this job."

"Oh." Cerberus said, "Looks like he never gave up..."

Shame about what? Gave up what?

I hate it when people stop halfway through.

"Best not to get involved in his affairs." After a pause, Cerberus added that warning.

Geralt asked, "Why?"

"The waters are too deep."

Her face was pale, her eyes bloodshot, and dark circles hung beneath them. Staring at the haggard woman in the mirror, Melinda crouched on the floor and wept into her hands.

Despair.

Helplessness.

Six months earlier, Melinda's husband, Robert, had decided to move the whole family to Black Pine Town and start a new business.

Black Pine Town was some rural backwater she had never even heard of. Melinda had objected at first, but Robert insisted. After several arguments, she reluctantly gave in.

At least their new home was nice.

It was a two-story redbrick house with an attic, a basement storage room, a garage, and a little yard.

Even in the suburbs of Phoenix City, a house like that would have taken ten years of saving for a down