Chapter 1855

Your car's headlight has been damaged, and it'll be inconvenient for you to drive with it at night, Mr. Caitford. You see, our property management has a spare work vehicle—if you don't mind, we'd be happy to lend it to you," Paul explained, still remaining near Perseus' car. In property management, having a diploma or formal education wasn't necessary, nor was having a strong moral compass—having a keen perception was the most important thing. It was a common saying that property managers were snobbish and only catered to the wealthy. He figured if he was going to be the yes-man, he might as well be a yes-man to the rich and not the poor. "Thanks, but I'm all set," Perseus said with a grin. "I've got a friend bringing me a car soon. I'll probably leave this Range Rover here, and I'll only have it taken care of after the New Year." "It's no problem at all—feel free to park it anywhere," Paul said with a smile and a wave of his hand. "It's also partly our responsibility for the damag