"Mr. Carter, do you know that person?" Caroline noticed that Brentley's gaze seemed off after seeing Claire Harris. He hadn't moved an inch, so she couldn't help but ask softly.
"Yes, you go ahead to the sales office and wait for me. I'll join you shortly," Brentley replied calmly.
Brentley wasn't worried about revealing his identity in front of Phoebe, but he was concerned about Claire Harris finding out who he really was. According to the inheritance agreement, Brentley couldn't reveal his true identity until he married her.
Brentley kept his identity hidden from others to maintain a low profile. He didn't want his life to be disrupted. If everyone knew he was a trillionaire, he wouldn't be able to live a normal life, and all sorts of people would come knocking on his door.
But hiding his identity from Claire was a necessity. He had no other choice.
After hearing Brentley's words, Caroline hesitated for two seconds before swaggering towards the sales office, her high heels clicking as she swayed her curvy hips.
Brentley then walked towards Claire. Today, Claire was wearing a white spaghetti-strap dress with a fabric that draped elegantly. The dress had a slit on the side, resemblance of a cheongsam, revealing her long, fair legs. She wore white high-heeled sandals, exuding a blend of sexiness and grace, embodying the essence of a goddess.
Brentley had encountered many beautiful women, but he felt none could compare to Claire Harris. Her poise, figure, and looks were all top-tier.
Having such an extraordinary woman as his fiancee might be every man's ultimate dream. But unfortunately, this fiancee was only his in name.
Brentley knew that if he truly wanted to marry Claire, he would have to reveal his true identity to her. Without doing so, there was no way Claire would ever fall for him.
"Sigh!"
Brentley let out a soft sigh, then walked over to Claire with a cheerful smile. "What a coincidence running into you here!"
"Brentley?" Claire, who had been deep in thought, looked up and was visibly surprised to see him. Her eyes slightly widened.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her curiosity roused.
"I..." Just as Brentley was about to speak, a pleasant ringtone interrupted him. "Hold on a second, I need to take this call," Claire said, recognizing her own phone ringing. She quickly fished it out of her bag and answered.
"Claire, how did the viewing of that villa your father wanted you to see go?" A middle-aged woman's voice came through the phone.
"Mom, I'm at the sales office right now. I've seen the house. The villa is in a great location, very close to Dad's company. The surrounding facilities and the community environment are all very nice," Claire replied sweetly.
"Well, if you think it's good, you should probably buy it. Your father has been talking about wanting to move to a new villa recently," her mother suggested.
Claire glanced at Brentley instinctively, her tone tinged with a bit of helplessness. "Mom, the villas here are indeed very nice, but they're also quite expensive. The one I like costs over $7 million. Dad's company has just started to recover, and if we spend that much money all at once, I'm worried that if the company faces any issues, we might not have enough funds to manage it."
"Oh, I see," Mrs. Harris replied softly, then added calmly, "Alright, when you get back, your father and I will discuss it. If we really can't manage, we'll consider taking out a loan."
"Okay," Claire nodded slightly before hanging up the phone.
"Are you planning to buy a house here?" Brentley asked with a cheerful smile after seeing Claire end the call.
"Yes," Claire nodded again and continued, "My dad's company just moved to a new location. The villas here are close to his company, so my parents are thinking of getting a new house."
"Oh, I see," Brentley nodded lightly, not saying much more.
"What brings you here? Are you working part-time?" Claire gave Brentley a quick look, thinking he couldn't possibly be here to buy a house. After all, the homes here were all villas, with the cheapest costing at least five million dollars. Even for Claire's family, it was a stretch, let alone someone like Brentley.
"I'm here to look at the villas," Brentley replied nonchalantly.
"You are here to check out the villas?" Claire couldn't help but be taken aback by his answer. She pouted and said, "Do you even know how much these villas cost? Can you afford one?"
"Just because I can't buy one doesn't mean I can't look," Brentley replied casually.
Claire was at a loss for words. She couldn't understand who had arranged such an odd fiance for her. If Brentley were even a bit more normal, she might not have set up the three rules with him. But Brentley was just too unpredictable; she never knew what was going on in his mind. Naturally, Claire couldn't agree to actually marry him.
"By the way, I heard you saw a villa earlier but couldn't afford it because you were short on money, right?" Brentley asked, looking at Claire.
"What, are you planning to lend me the money?" Claire asked irritably.
"You're my fiancee. Talking about lending money sounds so distant. How about I just buy that villa for you?" Brentley said with a cheerful smile.
"Sure, if you can really buy that villa for me, we won't have to pretend anymore. I'll marry you right away, anytime you want," Claire replied, knowing Brentley was just joking. After all, his monthly allowance came from her; how could he possibly afford over $7 million villa?
"Are you serious?" Brentley asked quickly.
"Of course!" Claire gave a half-smile and nodded, thinking there was no way he could afford a villa here.
"You just wait!" Brentley replied calmly, then turned and walked straight into the sales office.
Claire watched Brentley's back, a strange look flashing in her eyes. For a moment, as Brentley turned away, she felt he might not be joking.
"Brentley, wait a second!" Claire hesitated before calling out.
"Is there something else?" Brentley turned slowly to look at Claire, his voice soft.
"What's your bank account number? Last time, I asked Erica to bring you some living expenses, but you didn't take it. I'll transfer it directly to you," Claire said softly.
"I'll text you my account number in a bit," Brentley replied indifferently, then continued walking towards the sales office.
A few seconds later, Claire received a text from Brentley. As she read it, a hint of helplessness flashed in her beautiful eyes. She shook her head and chuckled softly, "A man who needs to ask me for ten thousand dollars every month for living expenses, claiming he can buy me a villa—how ridiculous!"