Arabella Donovan jolted, subconsciously sitting up straighter. Her eyes lit up as she stared at the land contract on stage.
'I completely misjudged the mastermind who insisted on bundling these two plots! This isn't some trashy poison apple; it's a golden apple wrapped in cheap styrofoam!'
When Arabella thought "golden apple," she meant it literally. In one week, this barren land that everyone was avoiding like the plague would be found to have a large gold mine hidden beneath it.
Brandon Jennings: "?!!"
Caspian Rhodes: "!!!"
Damn, there was a mine under this land—and a gold one at that? What the hell did Brynn's survey department even do for a living?
Before the two could finish their internal rant, Arabella's thoughts provided the answer.
It turned out the surveyor responsible for this area... was afraid of ghosts.
Arabella: '???' 'Are you fucking kidding me?!'
