Crystal Landon forced a fake smile at Balthazar Howard, and continued speaking with excitement to Hawk Howard about her requirements: "I want a small yard; it must be quiet, with good landscaping, preferably pre-decorated. I don't have time to supervise renovations. Not too big, about a hundred square meters will do."
Damn, Drake Howard thought this wasn't right. This posture was like having a foot in two boats, holding onto Richard Shaw in one hand and their family's fourth in the other. This girl is fierce even when fighting. No, this won't do.
"Crystal, the house you're talking about will cost at least 70 or 80 million. Do you have that much money?" Drake Howard tried hard to interject.
"Uncle, it's impolite to eavesdrop on people's conversations." Crystal Landon rolled her eyes. Last time he reported to Richard Shaw about her climbing walls, and she hadn't settled that score yet.
Drake Howard looked frustrated; he was clearly listening openly.
