Chapter 23 A Haunted House


    J was busy every day at work and seldom had time for herself. Time seemed to pass in the


    blink of an eye because she was consumed with work.


    "What a coincidence! How about we go back together?" Christopher stopped J in front of the


    elevator.


    Ever since J joined the Larson Group, the two had been coincidentally meeting every day after


    work.


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    Sometimes, J would meet Christopher even if she worked overtime.


    "Chris, howe we meet every day after work?" J asked, smiling.


    Her biggest problem was not knowing to say no to people.


    Just then, her phone red in her bag. She took it and saw Ethan''s name shing on the screen.


    Therefore, she quickly answered the call. "What''s up?"


    "I found a house. I''m in the cafe opposite yourpany. Let''s go and see the house together."


    Ethan''s words were brief and concise.


    She didn''t expect him to act fast.


    J put away her phone and looked at Christopher apologetically. "I''m sorry, Chris. I have


    important work to do. I have to go now."


    "Okay, go ahead." Christopher smiled and watched J scurry out.


    He couldn''t hear what the person on the other end of the line had said.


    However, judging from the smile on her face, Christopher felt she shared a good bond with the


    caller.


    When Christopher walked out of the building of the Larson Group, he saw J and a tall man


    disappear into a corner. The man was holding J''sptop bag.


    Looking at the man''s side profile, Christopher felt he was a handsome man.


    The house Ethan had mentioned earlier was near the Larson Group. It was a small apartment with


    two bedrooms, one living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. The location, neighborhood, and every


    aspect of the house seemed to work well for J. The tasteful decoration was an added


    advantage.


    "Ethan, the house has excellent lighting and is close to mypany. It''s only ten minutes'' walk from


    the Larson Group."


    J''s eyes twinkled with delight as she walked around the house. However, the happiness


    vanished from her face in an instant.


    J arched an eyebrow in suspicion. "This house is perfect in every way. The rent must be at


    least a thousand dors, right? I asked you to look for an affordable house."


    Ethan looked at J''s flustered face and smiled. "Thendlord wants to rent out this house as


    soon as possible for personal reasons. He is only charging two hundred bucks."


    J cast a skeptical look at the realtor and pulled Ethan closer to her side. "How is that possible?


    Is he a fraud?"


    "If you don''t believe me, you can ask the realtor." Ethan looked at the realtor.


    "That''s true. Mrs. Lester, your husband inquired about the situation. The owner of the house is


    desperate to rent out the house, so he is willing to lower the rent." The realtor wiped the sweat on


    his forehead.


    The man wasn''t a realtor but was pretending to be one under Ethan''s orders. He hoped that J


    would be dumb enough to believe him.


    If he made any mistakes and J suspected him, he would lose his job.


    "Okay, thank you. Do you mind if we looked around the house one more time?" Although J


    sounded polite, she had be vignt. She walked into the rooms and carefully inspected them.


    Leaning against the door, Ethan saw her looking around the house and rummaging through the


    cabs and drawers. "What are you doing?" he asked in a hushed voice.


    J was still worried, so she even checked under the beds. Then, she patted the dust on her


    dress and stood up. "Something seems fishy. The rent of a house like this can''t be this cheap.


    Perhaps this house is haunted, or someone has died here. We have to check it properly."


    Ethan was speechless.


    He stepped closer to her and gently wiped the dust on her face. "There is dust on your face."


    He dusted his dirty fingers and frowned. "You are overthinking. Perhaps thendlord is having a


    financial crisis."


    The apartment was Ethan''s property. He knew his house well.


    J''s skin prickled as his touch left a burning trail on her cheek.


    She quickly wiped her face and turned around. "You''re too naive. I feel something is wrong with the


    house. Otherwise, they wouldn''t rent it at such a cheap rate. And if that''s the case, I have to go and


    bargain with the realtor."


    She rolled up her sleeves and trotted to the living room.


    "One hundred bucks. What do you say?"