#Chapter 146: The Perfect Home

The following day, we gathered at the gates of the Fitzgerald estate, anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Scarlett had arranged for us to visit the property in person, a crucial step in the ongoing dispute over its ownership. As we stood at the imposing gates, the towering ironwork adorned with intricate designs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The estate maintained an air of grandeur that was undeniable, and its sheer size was a testament to the wealth that had once flowed through the Fitzgerald family's veins. Once their car pulled up, Stella emerged first, stepping out with an air of confidence that seemed to accompany her wherever she went. Timothy followed closely behind her, his expression blank as he glanced around the grandeur of the property. As they approached, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged. Once he saw me standing at the gate, Timothy frowned. My threat had undoubtedly left an impression, and I could see the unease in his eyes. Ste