Harassed?

Henry's face darkened instantly. He had come here to accompany his friends to buy a house, so how did it turn into harassment?

He looked sternly at the man Dalia was hugging and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The man gently patted the woman in his arms and chuckled, "Micheal. I came to look at houses a few days ago and planned to make a payment today, that's all."

That's all?

Hugging someone and not letting go is considered "that's all"?

Anyone with eyes could see that his relationship with Dalia was very close.

Henry scoffed and lifted his chin, "So, what do you plan to do? Avenge her?"

Hearing this, Dalia immediately grabbed Micheal's hand and whimpered, "Hmph! Young Master Micheal, he harassed me, you have to teach him a lesson for me!"

Micheal looked down at the beauty in his arms, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "How did he harass you?"

Dalia immediately raised her wrist, which was red from Henry's grip, for Micheal to see.

"Young Master Micheal, he coveted my beauty, insisted on pulling me outside. When I refused, he resorted to force, look at my hand, it's so painful."

"Oh?"

Micheal tilted his head in confusion, "He dared to forcefully harass you in broad daylight, on your turf?"

A snort of laughter erupted from Jilian and Damian standing aside, finding the situation amusing.

Was Micheal here to help this woman or to undermine her?

Their laughter made the situation even more ridiculous.

"Hahaha..."

The two laughed unabashedly, and upon hearing their laughter, Dalia also realized the implication of Micheal's words.

She bit her lip hard, withdrawing her hand, "Young Master Micheal, he's just here to cause trouble, penniless and mocking me. I told them the houses here are expensive, not for the average person. Yet, he insisted I show them around. I'm a single woman, following three men to see the house, who knows what they intended to do to me?"

Micheal nodded as if agreeing with Dalia's words.

Just as Dalia was feeling smug, Micheal suddenly asked, "How do you know they have no money?"

"Huh?"

Dalia paused, then pointed at Henry, "Young Master Micheal, look at what they're wearing. Street market clothes. Can such people afford our prime real estate?"

Micheal chuckled, "So, if I were to wear casual clothes, would you also drive me away like you did to them?"

"I..."

Dalia panicked, eager to explain, but Micheal didn't give her a chance.

"In business, those coming in are guests. If you judge by appearance, then perhaps you shouldn't be in business at all—it'll close down sooner or later!"

Dalia's face turned red with embarrassment from Micheal's reprimand, yet she remained defiant, "But Young Master Micheal, for those who clearly can't afford it yet come to look around, why should we entertain them? We rely on commissions for our income. Wasting time on them and losing real buyers, who will support us then?"

"How do you know they can't afford it!?"

Suddenly, another woman's voice rang out. Everyone turned to see Nancy Swinton, Linda Smith, and a middle-aged man approaching.

When Dalia saw the middle-aged man, she stiffened in fear, stood up straight, and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Smith!"