Damian and Jilian winced in pain.

To tell the truth, getting a loan was actually not a good deal. Borrowing so much money, the bank's interest would definitely be exorbitant.

But even if Henry really took out those five million to buy them a house, plus the one million Charlie Firth had given them before, they would only have a total of eight and a half million.

Eight and a half million could barely buy the smallest unit, let alone a slightly bigger house they were also considering.

While Damian and Jilian were hesitating, the face of the sales lady suddenly fell.

"If you can't afford it, don't waste my time here. Look around yourself, and leave after you've had your fill!"

Dalia said disdainfully and then turned to leave.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm. She turned her head impatiently, only to see Henry looking at her with a somber face, annoyed, she tried to shake off Henry's hand.

But no matter how hard she tried, Henry held on firmly, and she couldn't break free.

Dalia exploded, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Henry not only didn't let go but said coldly, "If you don't introduce the housing types to them or show them the houses, how can they decide what size they want to buy?"

"Heh, giving you face, huh?"

Dalia's face, heavily made up, suddenly turned fierce, "You guys should look at yourselves in the mirror. With your poverty, do you think you can afford a house in Liverton?"

The three, Henry included, were genuine poor college students. Even though they now had a substantial income, they had been too busy recently and had no time to go shopping, so the T-shirts they wore were the kind bought online, three for a hundred.

In the eyes of some snobbish sales ladies, they were neither rich second-generation nor business elites, so forget about buying a house outright, even getting a loan seemed impossible to them.

Henry was instantly furious and his grip on Dalia's arm tightened suddenly.

"Ah..."

Dalia cried out in pain and glared at Henry fiercely, "You poor wretch, let go of me!"

Henry did not let go, and his grip tightened even more.

Dalia's beautiful face contorted in pain, and she glared at Henry before yelling, "Security, security, security, come quickly!"

Seconds later, four security guards with electric batons rushed in. Seeing Dalia being held by Henry and her tear-stained face, they charged at Henry without a word.

Having learned a lesson from the incident with Grand Era Group, Henry understood one thing: with Charlie as his backing, as long as he was in the right, there was no one he couldn't afford to offend.

So, when the four men charged at him, he pushed Dalia away, posed for a fight, ready to take on the four guards.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?"

Suddenly, a man's mocking voice sounded, "Not selling houses anymore, are we making a movie now?"

The four security guards immediately stopped and looked at the man.

Henry also stopped what he was doing and looked at the man, puzzled.

"Ah, Young Master Micheal!"

When Dalia saw the man, she ran to him as if seeing a lifesaver and threw herself into his arms, crying pitifully, "Young Master Micheal, that guy, he harassed me!"