Chapter: 333

Three years later, in a small town of Westsilver.

The town was on the cusp of transformation into a resort with a two-billion-dollar investment intended to turn it into the country's most luxurious leisure and entertainment destination.

The development would include a resort with springs, amusement facilities, shopping malls, golf courses, a racecourse, and upscale restaurants.

Most of the original residents had already relocated after receiving demolition compensation, and the remaining few were packing up.

However, one household stubbornly refused to allow demolition.

This resistance had caused significant delays in the project. It was rumored that the investor was extremely displeased and had mandated that the issue be resolved within a week.

Bethany checked an email on her phone, parked her car, and took a deep breath. She then donned a helmet, switched into flat shoes, and approached the stubborn household.

This was Bethany's fifth visit to the house. The first three attempts had ended with her being turned away, and during the next two visits, she had been verbally abused and ejected.

“Hello, is anyone home?" Bethany called out as she knocked on the door and peered inside.

She couldn't see anyone, but she heard angry voices.

“Get lost! We're not leaving! Try and flatten our house if you dare!”

Those were the same words they had hurled at her last time.

"Please, don't be upset. I'm here to discuss the compensation offer from Goldwald Company. Maybe we can come to an agreement."

"There's nothing to talk about! We're not moving unless you give us five million!"

Five million...

Hearing this, Bethany felt a headache coming on.

The house was merely 50 square meters, while their neighbors, who had larger homes, had received about one million each for demolition.

Agreeing to five million for this smaller property could provoke those who had already settled to sue Goldwald Company.

“Why don't you come out, and we can discuss this properly?" Bethany suggested.

Encouraged by her calm demeanor, a middle-aged man eventually came out to talk.

He was broad-shouldered, wearing a black shirt, clearly someone not to be underestimated.

Seeing that she was a young woman, the man seemed dismissive. “Can you guarantee me five million on behalf of Goldwald Company?"

“Sir, your property is 53.85 square meters. At the compensation rate of fifteen thousand dollars per square meter, the standard offer would be 807, 750. Our manager has authorized rounding this up to an even number. How about one million? What do you think?"

"Bullshit!"