Chapter 677

The woman was average in build, a little on the heavier side, and walked with a confident swagger. At first glance, she gave off a strong streetsmart vibe. "Are you here to rent the place?" she asked indifferently as she walked up, giving Joanna and me a quick once-over. Joanna smiled politely and nodded. "Yes, I'm the one who contacted you." The woman's attitude remained cold, most likely because we didn't look like we had money, judging by our clothes. Even though I ran my own company and had some assets, I never paid much attention to what I wore. I dressed for comfort. And Joanna, with her frugal nature, certainly wasn't the type to splurge on designer clothes either. But then the woman spotted the car behind us—my BMW 5 Series—and her eyes lit up. She clearly knew a thing or two about cars, and it didn't take her long to recognize it as a recent model with all the latest high-tech features. Her expression changed instantly, a smile spreading across her face. "Sir, ma'am,