From Trash Husband To Supreme Commander

Chapter 9

The woman hadn’t toned down her voice, so Megan heard her loud and clear.

A staff member who’d done the same turned to look the woman over. When she saw the chef-stained apron, she immediately frowned and quickly came to a biased assumption.

“If you’re looking to rent an apartment, this is not the right place to do it.”

Surprised, the woman turned to her. “I was told this is a real estate agency.”

“It is. But Wards Royal Estate has nothing the likes of you can afford,” the staff scoffed, turning to face her squarely.

“Excuse me?” The woman blurted out in surprise, wiping her hands again on her apron.

Seeing this, Megan thinned her lips, taking her time to look the woman over as well.

She wore a hair bonnet and a mouth guard. The oily chef’s apron already said enough about her profession, but the thick smell of smoke oozing from her made Megan rethink.

If this woman worked in a hotel, she wouldn’t reek of such thick smoke. So if she didn’t, then she likely worked in a dump or somewhere out in the streets.

Really, someone like that couldn’t afford the cheapest apartment they had here.

Lifting her chin proudly, she nodded in agreement to the staff, “She’s right. You walked into the wrong place. If you’re looking to rent a low-budget apartment, the real estate company on the next street handles that.”

At this, the woman’s brows quirked up in amusement. “Are you… asking me to leave?”

Megan frowned and leaned forward. “We’re not asking you to leave. We’re merely telling you you can’t afford the houses we have.”

To be honest, she was annoyed and embarrassed that she had greeted such a person so eagerly without giving her a proper once-over.

And for what?

No, not you? He said she’d be prettier?

How ingratiating. Celebrities were compared to each other all the time, but fans always made sure not to compare their looks because everyone was beautiful in their own way.

But this person, who probably worked in some greasy kitchen, had the audacity to stare at her and decide she wasn’t pretty enough?

Who knew if she even had the connection to work in a greasy kitchen with a proper roof!

Upon getting her approval, the staff got bolder and stepped forward.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, ma’am. I wouldn’t want to concern security with a small issue like this one.”

Her voice was loud enough to attract attention from the back, prompting Ian to let go of Selene and strut over, confused.

“Ask who to leave? Why do you have to involve security? What’s going on here?”

At this, the staff eagerly explained everything to him. When she was done, he immediately threw a glare the woman’s way.

“Hey, my sister is a celebrity. She knows how to read people. If she says you can’t afford anything we have, then you can’t afford anything we have.”

“So unless you want to be embarrassed, do yourself a favor and get out of here before I security do it for you!”

Frowning, the woman was about to leave when something vibrated in her pocket.

She had left in a rush and didn’t remember putting anything in it, so hesitantly, she reached for the source of the vibration

To her surprise, it was her cellphone and it had vibrated because of a message.

Reading the message sprawled across her screen from the man she’d spoken to earlier, she promptly raised her eyes at the mention of a redhead.

A redhead.

Well, this rude man was a redhead.

But he said the woman was a redhead as well. Let’s see…

She glanced around for a moment, then sucked her teeth when she didn’t see anyone else with red hair.

Could she have really come to the wrong place?

Usually, she had people do this sort of thing for her, but she just happened to have a cooking show nearby and decided to use this one hour break she had to come here.

Furthermore, she felt coming in person would speed up the process. Because she was in such a rush to buy the house and get back, she hadn’t bothered changing out of her apron.

Sighing, she slipped the phone back into her pocket and proceeded to step out of the building.

She had just taken three steps away when someone called out softly behind her.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

“I made a mistake, I’ll go to the estate office on the next stre… Oh, you have red hair.” At first, she sighed tiredly as she turned, only to freeze the next second when she saw Selene standing in front of her, her red hair gleaming in the sun.

“I apologize for their behavior and beg that you don’t rate Wards Royal Estate badly, even if you do decide never to come back,” Selene said, not catching the surprise in the woman’s expression as she lowered her head in apology.

But the woman only looked her over.

Soft-spoken. 167cm. Redhead. Petite.

There was no doubt about it.

Not hearing anything from her, Selene raised her head ready to shoulder the insults usually thrown her way, but to her surprise…

“I want you to walk me through the houses you have. I’ll buy one.”

The woman spoke slowly, enunciating so perfectly she knew she wasn’t making up the words she heard.

Several people who had experienced similar treatment from Megan and Ian often stormed out enraged and humiliated.

Ninety-five percent of the time, they slapped her, calling her shameless for having the guts to come after them when she hadn’t said a word inside.

But what could she do? Their father’s orders were clear.

His children were still young and tended to get emotional when they felt someone was trying to get the better of them.

Her job was to stand aside and do nothing until they were done, then rush after the client to apologize on their behalf.

It maintained the company’s image that rudeness from a few didn’t represent the whole company.

Nevertheless, this was the first time someone not only responded kindly but wanted to return inside to buy a house.

As a result, she froze for a while before she hurriedly lowered her eyes and pointed toward the building, “Uh, sure. Please come with me.”

Inside, Megan and Ian were joking with the staff when they saw Selene walk in with the woman again.