Chapter 85

Those plots on the outskirts... When her gaze landed on a map showing the furthest area from Halewick, Vanessa's eyes lit up. She smiled and pointed. "That one, and oh, that one too." She'd picked a barren mountain and a patch of wild land near the city fringes. Graham had been in real estate long enough to instantly spot the good from the trash. The plots near downtown were prime property-hot on the market. Build a mall there and the money would roll in without a hitch. Graham's eyes flicked toward Reginald. Playing the good grandson, he chimed in, "Grandpa, you're not being fair. You're handing Leander two plots, and I'm getting nothing? I'd at least like to choose one. How about that downtown spot? You good with that?" Though phrased like a suggestion, everyone knew what he meant-if Reginald didn't agree, then no one was getting anything. He was basically threatening to drag this out. Reginald looked at Vanessa, his expression a mix of doubt and concern. "Vanessa, are you sure about