Those houses weren't even listed publicly. They were reserved for the most powerful names in the world, the kind of people who could bend the economy in their favor.
So when Cecilia, with her calm and unshaken voice, admitted that her home was indeed in the VIP sector, Mark almost lost his composure. His throat tightened as he asked the question, his voice trembling a little: "Is it… is it in the VIP sector of Golden Street?"
Her answer came with the slightest nod, her lips curling into a small smile that carried no hint of hesitation. "Yes," she said simply.
Mark nearly chuckled, but it wasn't from humor it was from disbelief so deep he couldn't process it. His mind raced, his chest tightened, and he just stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.
This wasn't the Cecilia he thought he knew. This wasn't the woman who once struggled by his side. This was someone else someone standing at a height even he hadn't reached.
