Chapter 1472


    Chapter 1472 Why Should I Let You Have Your Way


    The new year holidays went by quickly, and everyone plunged back into their busy work schedules.


    Johanna was also upied with finding the perfect location for her studio.


    As Twilight Tower had many vacant spaces, Genevieve suggested to Johanna that she might as well


    set up her studio there. That way, she could simply take the elevator to the productionpany in the


    future. However, Johanna rejected the idea.


    Johanna preferred ces with fewer people and a quiet environment as it was more conducive to her


    work.


    After searching for three days, Johanna came across an old street.


    The street was lined with buildings from a bygone era, their red walls and green tiles exuding an old-


    world charm. The location was convenient for transportation, for it was close to both her residential


    area and Timothy''s ce. She was quite pleased with this location.


    However, the old street was mostly inhabited by elderly people. Johanna had asked several of them


    about shop rental, but none had a shop for rent.


    Just past four in the afternoon, when Timothy drove to the old street, he happened to see Johanna


    standing at the entrance of a hair salon, conversing with a middle-aged man.


    Johanna was a fashion designer with an innate understanding of style. A simple pair of jeans paired


    with a coffee-colored camel coat, coupled with her slender figure, was already giving her an air of


    elegance.


    She wore light makeup, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. Her eyebrows were finely


    drawn, and her appearance made Timothy''s heart flutter as he watched her.


    Timothy slowly drove the car over and stopped. Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out.


    Meanwhile, outside the car, Johanna finished her conversation with the man, who then turned and


    entered the hair salon behind him.


    Johanna wasn''t particrly short and had even worn sneakers for afortable walk. However,


    Timothy, who was nearly a hundred and ny meters tall, seemed to dwarf Johanna with his towering


    figure the second he came close to Johanna.


    Timothy took the bag from Johanna''s hand and casually asked, “What were you talking to that person


    about just now?”


    “I want to rent his shop. I don''t mind paying a bit more for the monthly rent, but the owner is unwilling to


    rent it to me,” Johanna said, only realizing after she finished speaking that the man was holding her


    bag.


    At that, Johanna said, “Let me carry it myself.”


    Timothy didn''t return it to her. Instead, he opened the passenger door of his car and said, “Get in first.


    It''s cold out here.”


    After Johanna got in the car, Timothy went around to the driver''s seat and ced her bag next to the


    glovepartment.


    On their way home, the two of them exchanged a few words. It was then that Timothy learned that


    Johanna wanted to open a design studio. She was looking for a ce with fewer people and a good


    environment, and the old street was indeed a good choice.


    Timothy memorized the name of the hair salon. As soon as he got home, he sent a message for his


    subordinate to go and negotiate with the owner, aiming to buy the hair salon.


    To his surprise, his secretary told him the next day that someone else was also interested in buying the


    hair salon.


    Timothy was fiercelypeting to buy this shop, not realizing that the other person in contact with the


    owner was Genevieve until he received a message from Armand.


    He quickly called Genevieve. In a gentle and polite tone, he said, “Genevieve, would you consider


    letting me have this shop?”


    It was at that moment Genevieve realized that Timothy was the other buyer. She scoffed and said,


    “Why should I let you have your way? Is it just because you''re a pretty boy?”


    “I''m buying it as a gift for my wife.”


    “What a coincidence. I''m buying this for my daughter-inw''s mother,” said Genevieve confidently. “Mr.


    N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Jensen, why don''t you follow the dies first'' principle and kindly step aside?”


    Timothy rubbed his brow, feeling speechless. “My wife wants to start a design studio. How can we


    possibly use your money?”


    “No worries. I have more money than I know what to do with anyway.”


    Timothy knew that Genevieve was displeased with him. Moreover, they had been bidding for this shop


    continuously. If the owner realized the value of this ce and decided not to sell it, things would


    be troublesome.


    Left with no other choice, Timothy whispered a few words into Asel''s ear, then sent her off to Swallow


    Garden.


    Soon, Genevieve called to berate Timothy for being shameless. He couldn''t confront her directly, so he


    secretly sent out his trump card, Asel.


    Furthermore, she didn''t really want to see Timothy and Johanna reach the end of their journey.


    Seeing Timothy''s wholehearted efforts for Johanna, Genevieve stopped fighting over the shop with


    Timothy. In the end, Timothy sessfully signed the property sale contract with the owner.


    Johannater visited other ces, but she still felt that the old street was still the best location for her


    studio.


    She nned to visit the hair salon''s owner again the next day for a talk, but to her surprise, the owner


    called Johanna first.


    The man mentioned that he needed money for his elderly family member''s illness and offered to sell his


    shop to her at a slightly reduced price. However, he required the payment to be made in full at once.


    Johanna readily agreed to that.


    She then arranged to meet with the shop owner at a coffee shop. After they finished going through the


    property sale contract, she immediately transferred the money to the owner.


    However, she was unaware that Timothy had already bought the store and that her money had actually


    been transferred into his ount.