Abigail frowned deeply, her mind immediately spinning with questions she couldn't hold back. "Wait, Jerry… what apartment? Are you… into real estate or something?"
Her voice softened, more curious now than angry, but there was still an edge of disbelief. "Since when do you even own an apartment? And not just any apartment what kind of place would you own that someone like Damien would even stay in?"
Abigail stepped closer to him, searching his face as though trying to read past whatever secrets he was holding. "Because the Damien I know… he's from a wealthy family. High standard. His parents are loaded. I know the circles he moves in, Jerry. He doesn't just rent apartments from random people."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion creeping in. "So what kind of apartment is that?"
