After ending the call with Grobium, Carla immediately set up a video call with her financial advisor in S Nation. After obtaining her digital thumbprint, the financial advisor activated her bank account.
Carla was pleasantly surprised by how simple the procedures were. She thought they would need her to make a trip to the S Nation to activate her account.
That would have been the standard procedures four years ago, the financial advisor explained. But with the advent of technologies, banks could now activate users' accounts through facial recognition, digital thumbprint, and password.
On that day itself, Carla transferred ten million to Grobium.
Grobium was surprised when he received the money from her.Carla did not explain how she got the money but told him to proceed with the acquisition. She did not want people to know she was involved in this deal.
Grobium gladly complied.
Deep in Carla's heart, she wanted to buy and rightfully own her villa, but at the same time, she was also afraid that Lena might think she was doing it to help Alia.
The thought of the endless troubles she might get herself into had forced her to give up the idea.
Soon, Diane arrived with a bag of fruits. She looked around the house in admiration and said, "What a big and beautiful house!"
"This house doesn't belong to me. I just rented this place." Carla served her a glass of water. "Take a seat. I'll get the costumes."
"All right." Diane sat on the couch and looked at the family photo. "I've been living alone for many years. You're so blessed to have so many family members."
"You will be able to live with your Mom once she gets better."
Carla stacked the costumes nicely and put them into a bag.
"I hope so." Diane sighed. "This is why I've been working so hard to raise money for her treatment."
"She'll be fine." Carla consoled.
"All right then. I've got to go now. After returning these costumes to Ms. Sulana, I still have to work the night shift at Stifling Night." Diane stood up and was ready to leave. "Take a good rest. I'll keep you informed if there are any part-time jobs available."
"Thank you." Carla walked Diane downstairs. All of a sudden, Dori started shrieking, "Bad guy! Bad guy!"
"Wow! This parrot actually speaks?" Diane was amused.
"Dori has been with us for nearly four years and is as old as my kids. It has also picked up some simple phrases along the way." Carla turned around and looked at the parrot. "Hey, Dori. Meet Diane!"
"Bad guy! Bad guy!" Dori flapped its wings and shrieked continuously.
"No, Dori. No." Carla pointed her index finger at the parrot. "Diane is my good friend. She's not a bad guy."
"I don't look like a bad guy, do I?" Diane went up and introduced herself. "Hello, Dori. I'm not a bad guy!"
"Bad guy! Bad guy!"
Dori squealed non-stop and kept flapping its wings as if it was very agitated.
"What's wrong with Dori?" Carla knitted her brows. "It usually doesn't behave like this. I'll have to teach this naughty parrot a lesson after this."
"Don't worry about it." Diane said, "I got to go now. You rest well, okay?"
"All right. Text me once you've passed the costumes to Ms. Sulana." Carla walked her to the elevator.
Diane entered the elevator and waved Carla goodbye with a grin.
When Carla was about to return to the house, she heard a loud bang coming from the elevator, followed by Diane's scream.
Carla was thunderstruck. She ran back to the elevator and realized it had broken down.
"Diane!" Carla screamed in horror. She immediately gave the property management office a call and ran downstairs.
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