Sophie had visited that tower herself, just a few days ago, walked through the model suite during an open viewing, admired the panoramic aspect and the landscaped reserve, and walked away knowing with perfect certainty that she would never own a unit there. The building wasn't sold to the public. Period. No amount of money could open that door without the right name behind it.
Which was precisely why she'd used it as her go-to rejection line. 'Buy a house in Four Seasons Garden.'
It was the polite equivalent of go away forever, an impossible task dressed up as a challenge.
And someone had done it. Not just done it, obliterated it. Bought not one unit, not five, not ten, but the entire restricted building and sent the deeds over in a manila envelope like a stack of postcards.
The gift wasn't just valuable. It was incomprehensible. A hundred million dollars, minimum. Probably more. Delivered without fanfare, without a note, without even staying to watch her open it.
