The debt collectors outside had only given them three days. If they couldn’t gather enough money to pay the fines, they’d have to sell themselves into servitude to settle the debts.


    If that happened, the Weaver family’sst shred of dignity would be lost.


    And Glenn was right; in all of Onistead, few would dare offend him by buying the Weaver family’s ancestral home.


    Jennifer had another motive for persuading Chelsea.


    If Glenn bought the ancestral home, Jennifer, as Chelsea’s sister, would have the right to continue living there and wouldn’t have to move to the countryside.


    But with Chelsea’s shrewdness, she saw through Jennifer’s small scheme instantly.


    Turning her head coldly, Chelsea stared at Jennifer and reminded her with pursed lips:


    “Do you think Glenn would ept you given his personality?”


    “Even if you try to please him now, Glenn doesn’t regard you as his sister anymore.”


    Caught with her intentions exposed, Jennifer, who didn’t want to offend either side, tried to deny it, but her guilty conscience made her voice much quieter.


    “No… no, auntie, don’t wrong me.”


    “You know best about your own thoughts, hmph!”


    Chelsea snorted coldly, turned away, and left.


    She still had to discuss the sale of the ancestral home with the family elders and had no time to watch her act.


    After Chelsea left, Jennifer lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and said with a hint of resentment:


    “I’m doing this for the good of the Weaver family. Remember, my surname is Morgan; it shouldn’t be my responsibility to pay off the debt as an outsider.”


    Three dayster, awyer with a gentle appearance and gold-rimmed sses, who introduced himself as Mr. Welch, arrived.


    He represented Glenn.


    Taking a seat, Mr. Welch took out a check from his pocket and respectfully ced it on the coffee table.


    “I believe my employer has clearlymunicated the terms and conditions.”


    “If you decide to sell the house, just sign this check. I’ve already brought the sales contract with me.”


    As soon as Chelsea signed it, it would take effect.


    Seeing that Glenn did note personally, Chelsea nced sideways at Mr. Welch, her discontent as turbulent as a roaring river.


    She didn’t even nce at the check.


    “Where is Glenn? Why didn’t hee himself?”


    “Sending an unknown littlewyer to buy the Weaver family home is too dismissive of me!”


    Does he… want to be this transparent?


    Mr. Welch was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his refined face.


    “Here is my business card. I am with NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm.”


    “As for why my employer did note, Mr. Weaver is busy with important matters.”


    “Furthermore, it’s just a real estate purchase. For such a trivial matter, there’s no need for Mr. Weaver toe in person. He has entrusted me fully to handle it. No need for you to worry, Ms. Weaver.”


    NIGHTBREEZE Law Firm?


    Isn’t that part of Omari’spany? If he’s managing this transaction for Glenn, there’s no doubt about hispetence.


    Earlier, Chelsea used a senior’s tone to question why Glenn hadn’te, and Mr. Welch’s response was meant to make her see reality.


    Now it wasn’t Master Glenn eagerly buying this house; they were the ones in need of money!


    The disparity between the two also reminded Chelsea that Glenn was no longer the small child they could bully.


    Suppressing her anger for the greater good, Chelsea picked up the check.


    However, when she saw the amount written on it, her fury exploded uncontrobly.


    “What? This is pure exploitation! You’re taking advantage of our crisis!”


    Yelling sharply, she lost all her usual decorum.


    Mr. Welch calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe the spit identally sprayed on him.


    After doing so, he didn’t put away the handkerchief but held it in case it needed to be used again.


    “Please calm down, Ms. Weaver. The price on the contract reflects the utmost sincerity from our side after careful consideration. If you’re dissatisfied, we can renegotiate.”


    “But let me remind you, there are only two days left until the court’s deadline.”


    Finding another buyer willing to pay such arge sum in a short time would be difficult.


    Hearing this, Jaelynn angrily mmed the contract onto the table.


    “Sincerity? This is what you call sincerity? Thirty million and one dor!”


    “Is that one extra dor to mock someone?”


    Mr. Welch remained silent.


    He adjusted his sses slightly, a hint of an insincere smile ying on his face.


    Master Glenn clearly meant to mock her; why y dumb?


    “Ms. Weaver, please don’t misunderstand. Master Glenn added the extra dor because he was worried that, due to your age, being too angry would harm your health. Hopefully, you can buy a bottle of water and calm down.”


    So Glenn had anticipated her outburst all along.


    Feeling manipted was awful, so Jaelynn had to calm herself down and not be led by the nose.


    “Hmph, should I thank Master Glenn for his concern?”


    “You should, Ms. Weaver. No need to be polite.”


    “You!”


    Mr. Welch seemed not at all worried that she wouldn’t sell the house and even checked his watch.


    “Money is valuable, but freedom is priceless. I get off work in ten minutes, so please make your decision soon, Ms. Weaver.”


    Chelsea, furious again, gritted her teeth and picked up the pen.


    “Fine, fine!”


    In a blend of bitter anger and shame, Chelsea signed her name with trembling hands.


    Mr. Welch watched her finish thest stroke, then examined the contract twice.


    Satisfied, he put the documents back in his briefcase and handed her the check for “thirty million and one dor.”


    “Pleasure doing business, Ms. Weaver. I look forward to our next meeting.”


    “My services are quite extensive. For example, divorce settlements, inheritance disputes,mercialpetition, and trademark patent applications.”


    He even tried to hand her a business card, but she refused with gritted teeth.


    With a sigh of regret, Mr. Welch checked his watch again.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    “Exactly 11:30, time to clock out. Goodbye, Ms. Weaver.”


    Stepping out the Weaver family gate, Mr. Welch’s face-usually calm and gentle-was now lit with a broad grin.


    He immediately pulled out his phone to call his superior and friend, Omari.


    “Mission aplished.”


    The voice on the other end carried a simrly gleeful tone, clear and maic.


    “So, those tigresses of the Weaver family didn’t eat you alive?”


    “Though fierce, their tails are in my hands; they couldn’t act out. You should’ve seen Chelsea’s face-priceless!”


    Omari, leisurely watering his beloved flowers in his garden, chuckled at the description.


    With an affectionate nce at the newly nted seeds, his eyes softened, a sight that could melt any heart.


    “Go ask Master Glenn for ourmission. Don’t forget to include my life-saving fee.”


    “Will do.”