Chapter 144: Clara Patted Her Parents' Hands Reassuringly

Clara patted her parents' hands reassuringly before striding toward the property model.

"I'd like to see the villas," she stated directly.

The saleswoman flashed a practiced smile. "I'm sorry, villas are only available to VIP clients."

"What are the requirements?" Clara arched an eyebrow.

"First, you must qualify for property purchase in the adjacent city." The saleswoman counted on her fingers. "Second, liquid assets exceeding two million, or possession of a black card from any top-tier bank."

As Clara considered which card to present, Daniel grabbed her arm to pull her away.

"This is getting ridiculous!" he hissed. "Two million? Do you think we own a bank?"

Helen muttered behind them, "I wouldn't even write this plot in my novels. Since when did you become so bold?"

She then apologized to the saleswoman with an embarrassed smile. "Our daughter's being childish. Sorry for the trouble."

The saleswoman's expression instantly soured, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Stop pretending to be rich if you can't afford it. What a waste of my time!"

Helen stiffened while Daniel's face darkened.

"We may have overstepped, but that's unnecessarily rude."

"Rude?" The saleswoman scoffed. "Don't waste my time if you're broke! Villas? You probably can't even afford a bathroom here!"

Clara's gaze turned icy. "How do you know we can't?"

"Please," the woman sneered, crossing her arms. "I see penniless posers like you every day."

Ignoring her, Clara spotted a young ponytailed girl carrying a tea tray in the corner.

"Are you a sales agent here?" Clara approached her.

The girl nodded timidly. "Yes, how may I assist you?"

"Show us the villas." Clara produced a black card from her pocket. "Does this qualify?"

The girl's eyes widened. "Absolutely! Please follow me—"

"Hold it!" The first saleswoman rushed over, shrieking, "How do we know that card's real?"