Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 337

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 337

Back at this end, Vinson and Jordan followed the sales manager through the gates of the mansion.

Charles eagerly got down to making his pitch, "The design of the lighting throughout the entire hillside mansion is completely decentralized, and it has naturally illuminated interiors... Of course, the pool! Let me take you there to have a look!"

He extended a hand cordially, and the two kept up the charade by following the man over as genuine buyers would.

The blueness of the sky was mirrored in the reflection of the infinity pool which was clear all the way to the bottom.

Upon the pressing of a button, a massive LED screen was steadily elevated to the side of the pool.

That led Jordan's brows to perk up. "Now that's something I haven't seen before. Swimming and watching a game at the same time. Marvelous! The owner of this house really knows how to enjoy life!" Vinson's lips curled into a slight smirk when he realized how laid back a lifestyle Arielle led overseas, and consequently, his mood dampened when he contrasted that with what she had to contend with back home.

Anyone else would have struggled to adjust but not his own wife, who endured bouts of loneliness and kept her desire for vengeance under wraps.

While Charles expounded upon his explanations, he took the effort to offer them a reminder, "The asking price by the owner is in the region of two hundred million. That's a very reasonable amount for å property of this sort, so I wonder if you gentlemen have any thoughts about that?"

Jordan looked toward Vinson who replied calmly, "It's very affordable. We would like to take a look around for ourselves, so we won't keep you."

The ecstatic Charles nodded his head profusely. "Aside from being more careful around the paintings inside the gallery and the wine in the cellar, please feel free to explore the rest of the house." "All right," acknowledged Vinson before the sales manager wisely made himself scarce.

Jordan let out a sigh of relief the moment the man disappeared from his sight. "What a wordy fellow! This house is splendid though, and I must confess that I'd be seriously tempted if we weren't here on a mission. What's more, the owner does possess a tremendous sense of refinement, and according to him, is extremely beautiful as well, so I do wonder if we'll ever get the chance to meet. Personally, I wouldn't mind buying the house for myself if she's as lovely as she was described."

Emotionally, Vinson appeared quite distant. "You'll get an opportunity to see her eventually."

Perhaps more than a passing opportunity, they had

already met previously.

Not quite catching on, an astounded Jordan asked, "Do you really intend to purchase it?"

That yielded no direct response from Vinson. "Let's head up and check out the top floor."

Jordan was left even more stunned by that and sought to clarify things. "Are you serious? Don't you forget our purpose for being here, my good man."

Vinson took one glance at his companion and said, "The view up there would be better."

We'll be able to spot any vehicle that may be headed our way.

Finally, Jordan understood and replied with a drawn-out grunt. He felt much more at ease inside, for they were here to catch prey and not to shop for real estate.

Then, to his dismay, Vinson subsequently added, "We'll hit up the sales manager for a contract after all this is over."

That caused Jordan to freeze in his tracks. "What contract???

"For the purchase of the house."

The stumped Jordan's eyes widened. "Good grief. You really are serious about this."

Vinson said no more and started his own ascent up the well-carpeted steps and onto the top level.

Specifically, it was not the house that he was into, but its owner.

Of course, it would be more accurate to say that he was looking at the possibilities than anything else.

Ever the cautious type, he was even more so where affairs of the heart were concerned. He was not going to reveal his own feelings in the slightest to Arielle before he was sure of them himself.

An anxious Jordan raced to catch up. "You travel to Lightspring, like, maybe once every year, tops. So what's the point of buying this?"

In his perturbation, Jordan almost let slip on his Jadeborough accent.

From Vinson, he heard only a sedate reply. "For my potential future partner."