Melissa frowned. "The land?"
"Yes."
"Which one?" she asked, already sensing the shift in his tone.
"The Willowood land," he said. "The remote one."
Her brows knitted. "What about it?"
Gregory ran a hand over his face. "For the past couple of years, I have been getting offers for it, serious ones. Double the market price, sometimes triple."
Melissa straightened. "That doesn't make sense."
"Exactly," he replied. "It's isolated. No proper infrastructure, no immediate development plans in that area."
"Then why would anyone—" She stopped. "Unless they know something we don't."
"That's what worries me," Gregory said. "Everyone keeps calling it an 'investment opportunity' without explaining why."
Melissa was quiet for a moment, then asked slowly, "Isn't that land in Evelyn's name now?"
Gregory nodded. "It is."
Her expression shifted—concern replacing curiosity. "Since when were the offers coming?"
