"There's nothing else for now. I'll call you if something comes up." Dylan started sorting the herbs and waved his hand dismissively.
"Got it. Where's my phone, Dora? Let me check what Bernard sent me..." Douglas took his phone from Dora. Just as he turned to leave the courtyard, he bumped into a furious Bernard. Douglas' hand trembled in shock, and he nearly dropped his phone. "B-Bernard."
"Why are you here?" Just then, Hera stepped out of the examination room. Seeing that everyone in the lobby had disappeared, she asked around and was told that Bernard had arrived, so she quickly made her way into the courtyard.
When Bernard turned around, he saw Hera dressed in her doctor's coat with her hair tied at the back. She wore a mask that had been pulled down to her chin, revealing her stunning face. She was still beautiful without makeup.
However, her gaze was cold and indifferent, which only made Bernard want to tear through her icy exterior to see her begging for mercy beneath him…
Realizing the dangerous path his thoughts were taking, Bernard quickly suppressed them. He narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. "You've got a lot of nerve! I said you could live here, but I didn't say you could do whatever you wanted with the place!"
Hera anticipated his reaction and remained composed. "This is my house. I can do whatever I want with it."
"Your house?" Bernard snorted.
Hera walked over to the study and pulled out a contract, tossing it to him. "Take a look."
Bernard hesitated but caught the document.
A rental agreement? It was between the tenant, Bernard, and the landlord, Hera.
When did this house become hers? And how was he the tenant? Why would he rent a house from her?
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