A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 193

Erica said, "I'm quite curious, too."

After a moment of thought, she continued, "Ray's public information only lists two sons and a daughter, and his grandkids can be found online. Even most of the extended family works at Passos Corporation."

"That's true," Camila nodded.

The real estate agent scrolled through his phone and then said, "I have another property available. It’s in a twenty-year-old neighborhood, which can't really compare to these luxurious estates, but the condition inside the house is excellent, and it's very good value for money at $500 a month. Would you like to see it?"

"Let's take a look. It might just be the right fit," Camila replied.

It was a hot day, and as they walked, Camila's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

John immediately unscrewed a bottle of water for her. "Have some water."

"Thank you," Camila said, taking a sip. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

John passed the water to Erica and the agent before opening another bottle for himself. After drinking, he stuffed the shopping bag into his pocket.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the neighborhood the agent had mentioned—Harmony Grove.

"This area seems a bit too old, doesn't it? No elevator?" Erica frowned slightly.

"Yes, no elevator. Although it's an older neighborhood," the agent whispered, "this used to be housing allocated for teachers, so the residents here are all highly respectable people."

"Let's go in and take a look. It's just a bit old, but it's clean," Camila said, not letting her recent stint in a luxurious mansion cloud her judgment.

"That's right, and the property management is quite good. They require registration for all visitors," the agent added, and walked to the guard booth to check in.

Soon after, the door was opened.

"You can come in now," the agent beckoned them.

Leading the way, they reached the fifth floor, where the apartment was located.

Camila, who had been working out for months, found the stairs manageable. John followed calmly and composedly while Erica was panting.

They reached the fifth floor. The agent rang the doorbell and explained, "The tenant is still living here. The place will be available at the beginning of next month."

Camila nodded.

The door soon opened, revealing a woman in her thirties with a pretty face and long black hair casually tied into a low ponytail.

"Hello, we're here to see the apartment," the agent said.

"Hello," the woman smiled warmly. "Welcome."

The agent handed out shoe covers, and once they had them on, they walked inside.

Camila immediately liked it. It was a small space filled with creative design. Though the apartment wasn’t large, every inch of space was cleverly used.

The living room housed a vintage-style sofa, which complemented the mural on the wall. Beneath the mural, a dark red carpet spread out, offering a cozy and warm ambiance. It was full of various flowers and green plants, with a wooden bench and a small coffee table in the corner.

"I really like the design here," Camila openly expressed her admiration.

"I'm a furniture designer, and most of the furniture here was made by me," the woman said proudly.

"Is the apartment unfurnished, or does it come with furniture?" Camila asked the agent.

"All these pieces are my creation. I'm going abroad to further my studies, and I can't take the furniture and appliances with me. If you like them, it's $300 for everything," the woman said with a slight smile, hoping her beloved furnishings would find a new owner who appreciated them as much as she did. Camila seemed like the right person.

"It's nice, but the stairs are a bit tiring," Erica finally managed to say after catching her breath.

"Think of it as a workout," Camila chuckled.

She looked at the woman and asked, "When can we move in?"