Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 335

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 335

The next instant, however, Charles said, "By the way, the seller of the property is an exceptional head-turner named Ms. Sannie. She seems to be Chanaean, I think..." That caused Vinson's eyes to widen.

"What did you say the owner's name was?"

Charles was so spooked by Vinson's sudden input that he nearly lost control of the steering wheel.

To him, the man in the back seat looked to be one of high standing and few words. For him to speak up so abruptly did indeed cause the sales manager to jump.

However, Charles was also one who was suitably experienced, having dealt with his fair share of affluent folk. Thus, he was able to recover quite ably. "Her name is Ms. Sannie..."

The pronunciation of that name was the same as that of Arielle's, and for some inexplicable reason, it gave Vinson a peculiar feeling when he heard it.

He could not help but ask, "What's her Chanaean name?"

"That, I'm unsure," Charles replied as he shook his head. "Ms. Sannie only came by once, and it was her finance department who took over correspondence after. Besides... I must apologize, for I'm not exactly at liberty to divulge personal information about our clients. However, Ms. Sannie will surely come in person to

finalize the paperwork should you like to confirm your interest in acquiring this mansion."

Vinson lowered his eyes and fired off a text tò Arielle who was working on a form in her room when she received it.

Its content was to the point and contained only one question. Did you put a property up for sale in Lightspring several months ago?

Arielle hesitated for a moment but decided against keeping things from Vinson. That's right. Why do you ask?

On the other end, Vinson curled his lips.

It would seem that one's intuition could sometimes be quite dependable.

"San" was the name she went by while overseas, and that drew a chuckle from Vinson. Isn't this quite a coincidence?

Even if he had not run into Arielle before, this could have been an opportunity for them to become acquainted, only that their story might have played out differently had they met under such differing circumstances.

Vinson allowed his own thoughts to wander until the sales manager's voice droned back into his consciousness. "Despite the size of the estate, it has only five bedrooms. Make no mistake, however, for each of these measures over a hundred square meters. There's also an infinity pool, wine cellar, gallery, and a private film theater. Its most unique feature, though, is the automated bonfire which you could ride a swing and bask in the nighttime scenery beside..."

Jordan, who was riding shotgun, had already plugged his own ears in annoyance. Only Vinson continued to listen in earnest while he envisioned how Arielle would have looked regarding the bonfire from the swing where she was seated.

It was around this time that they arrived at that mansion which Charles spoke of, and Jordan was the first to alight, having had quite enough of the man's incessant prattling.

It was not as though they were seriously here to shop for real estate because this hillside mansion was one which they had selected beforehand and deployed their men all around

The trap had been laid and was ready to be sprung.

Having not received a response from Vinson after a protracted period, the somewhat curious Arielle sent over yet another text message.

How do you know that I have a house in Lightspring up for sale?

Arielle's message reached Vinson as soon as he got out of the car. He lifted his gaze and paused to take in the sight of this breathtaking hillside mansion before he responded. It's just a mere coincidence. I honestly couldn't tell that you're a little rich woman.

That comment caused Arielle to raise an eyebrow.

Aren't you being a bit dismissive with that "little" adjective that you used?

She replied with a smiley emoji, put down her phone, and resumed her own work.

Once she had whatever Teddy was holding onto for her in hand, she would be able to complete the form, and what awaited Henrick would be a series of nasty surprises.