The conversation between Shane and Olivia could easily lead people to assume they were a couple—or at least involved in an intimate relationship.
In fact, the two were as pure as driven snow.
Although they traveled and stayed together, they always booked two separate rooms at hotels. When Shane told Olivia her spending level would match his, he meant it without any discount.
Whatever Shane had, Olivia definitely had. Whatever Shane didn't have, Olivia might still have!
Shane currently had no thoughts about romance. For now, the allure of women couldn't compete with the thrill of ninjutsu, supernatural creatures, or discovering Easter eggs connected to other American TV shows.
In Shane's heart, Olivia was a driver, a friend, and a tool-person helping him spend money to get stronger.
There was affection, but it was limited to that, unrelated to romance.
Olivia naturally had affection for Shane too; otherwise, even if she was lost in life, she wouldn't have just hung around with him like this.
But a romantic relationship?
Something further?
Olivia hadn't thought about it.
It wasn't that Shane wasn't good enough, or that they weren't compatible, but simply that she hadn't considered starting a relationship at all.
Precisely because of this, their time together had been so harmonious and pure, their relationship growing more familiar and their bond deepening.
The saleswoman's expression didn't change at all; she maintained her initial smile as if she hadn't heard a thing.
But in her heart, one word was written in bold: Envy!
Envy that Olivia had someone "gifting houses and cars," envy of the rich life where buying a house was just for parking a car.
Too lazy to even pick out the house himself—what did that imply?
It implied that buying a house was definitely not a big deal to him. The saleswoman felt that if it were her, she'd need to have bought at least seven or eight houses before she could be this calm, right?
This was the life of the rich—unpretentious and dull.
Shane didn't know what the saleswoman was thinking. If he did, he'd definitely tell her to open her eyes and look closer.
Dripping in blinding brand names—you call this unpretentious?
"Must have bought seven or eight houses to be this calm"—my ass. This is the first time I've ever bought a house. This is my first property.
Self-delusion is the most lethal thing.
Of course, what the saleswoman thought didn't matter. It was just selling a house; there wasn't that much drama.
Olivia picked a detached villa and gestured to Shane. "How about this one?"
Shane took a brief look and asked the saleswoman directly, "How long to finalize everything?"
"Four hours. I guarantee I can get all the paperwork done in four hours," she hurriedly promised.
"This is the one."
Less than twenty minutes total, and a $630,000 transaction was complete.
The saleswoman immediately began processing the paperwork. Her efficiency could be described as swift and decisive, and she clearly had methods.
Everyone knows that efficiency in the US stands out for one word: Slow!
Installing an AC unit needs weeks of advance booking. Getting a bank card can drag on for weeks. Real estate paperwork?
Heh, don't dream about it taking less than a month.
If you want speed, you have to spend money.
Normally, unless it's a massive transaction, the buyer has to cover the expedited fees, just like when buying the car.
But the saleswoman never explicitly or implicitly asked Shane to pay extra throughout the process. That was very astute of her.
Three hours later, all procedures were settled. Shane owned his first property since transmigrating.
"If you have any other needs, you can find me anytime." When handing the relevant documents and keys to Shane, the saleswoman included her business card.
Shane passed the documents and keys to Olivia, opened his wallet, and put the card away. The saleswoman's eyes lit up, her smile becoming even more brilliant.
It wasn't that she had any improper thoughts—though she could have—but she wanted to maintain a connection with Shane. She naturally wanted to rope in such a wealthy and decisive client.
After putting away the card, Shane didn't close his wallet. Instead, he pulled out a thick stack of greenbacks.
"I forget the exact amount. Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand? Anyway, thanks for your service. This is your service fee."
Shane smiled and handed it to her, then turned to leave with Olivia.
The saleswoman reacted much faster than Becky the waitress. She immediately trotted over to open the door for them in advance. "Thank you for your recognition. If you have any needs, call me anytime. My phone is on 24 hours a day."
Shane nodded slightly and got into the car with Olivia.
As the car drove away, the saleswoman remained standing at the door, not going back inside.
"'Phone on 24 hours a day, call anytime if you have needs.' Tsk tsk. If you called her at 2 AM, do you think she'd show up?" Olivia teased with a smile while driving.
"Why does perfectly normal talk turn weird when it comes out of your mouth? Be more upright, be more sunny. Even if she would show up, I wouldn't call."
"Really?"
"What do you think?"
"Is there something wrong with you, or is your orientation the problem? Why don't you act like a man at all?"
"You're the one with problems. Your orientation is the problem. You don't act like a woman either!"
"I say you don't act like a man because you seem to have no interest in women. I'm this beautiful, and you have no thoughts about it."
"You don't act like a woman because I'm this rich, and I haven't seen you have any thoughts about it either."
"Fuck."
Olivia cursed angrily, and then, thinking of something, she laughed again.