Chapter 604

After finishing his apple pie, Geralt used his laptop to search for Roman Realty.

In supernatural circles, Roman Realty was virtually unknown. In real estate, 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 few knew how it managed that, and the handful who did kept their mouths shut.

Cerberus came over. "Roman Realty, huh..."

His tone was wistful.

"You know them?"

Geralt was a little surprised.

Was I the one 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. His mom had talent, but unfortunately... How do you know the kid?"

"He posted this job."

"Oh."

Cerberus said, "Looks like he hasn't given up..."

Unfortunately what? Given up what? I hate it when people stop halfway through a story.

"It's best not to get involved in his business."

Cerberus paused, then 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 ago, Melinda's husband Robert had decided to move the whole family to Black Pine Town and start a new business.

Black Pine Town—a backwater she had never even heard of.

Melinda had objected at first, but her husband 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 small yard.

A house like that in Phoenix City, even in the suburbs, would have taken ten years