Piecing together what he knew, the story in his mind was starting to take shape. 

It was obvious Glenn was loaded–anyone could see that. The car parked downstairs was worth more than he’d make in ten lifetimes. So, Glenn was probably a trust fund kid, born with a silver spoon. 

Evangeline, on the other hand, clearly didn’t have money of her own. But everything she wore was designer, head to toe–a classic kept woman, a songbird in a golden cage. 

Now the songbird had been kicked out of her mansion, and here was Glenn, the rich playboy, trying to swoop in and take advantage of the situation. 

Maybe Evangeline really was broke, which explained why she was living in a place like this. But Glenn? There was no way he’d choose this dump unless he was here for the girl. 

The real estate agent rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Mr. Carlisle, I’ve seen this kind of thing before. I can help you out, no problem.” 

Glenn glanced at him, giving him a look that said, Go on. 

“First off, you can’t let her keep living in a place like this, can you?” The agent leaned in conspiratorially. “You’ve got to get her to move out. Take her someplace bigger, nicer. Somewhere that actually suits her.” 

Glenn propped his chin on his hand, thinking it over. “She’ll be moving out soon enough.” 

The agent lit up, ready to pitch some luxury apartments, but Glenn cut him off. “With her abilities, she’ll be able to move out of here within six months. Tops.” The agent blinked, nonplussed. 

Her abilities? What did that mean? Was Glenn hoping to get her for nothing? Ignoring the confusion on the agent’s face, Glenn said, “Go on.” 

Trying to hide his urge to roll his eyes, the agent pressed on. “Secondly, you’ve got to take the initiative. She probably already likes you–she’s just waiting for you to make the first move.” 

After all, Glenn was good–looking, charming, and filthy rich–the total package. When he’d come into the real estate office, even the female staff had been swooning and whispering about how handsome L- 

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The agent, though, didn’t see the big deal. 

Glenn considered this, then shook his head. “No.” 

He could tell. He’d seen the way Evangeline looked at someone she truly liked, and he knew for certain–she didn’t have those feelings for him. 

But the agent wouldn’t let it go. “That’s just her playing hard to get! Women know that if they give in too easily, men won’t value them. So they act like they’re not 

interested, like they don’t want you, just to get you hooked. That’s how they reel you in.” 

Glenn frowned, the distaste clear on his face. “She’s not like that.” 

The agent just sighed, like he was imparting the wisdom of the ages. “Every guy thinks the woman he likes is different, but trust me, I’ve seen it all in this business. Some women will do anything to empty your wallet.” 

He gave Glenn’s shoulder a friendly slap and grinned. “Just remember–don’t chicken out. Be bold. Relationships take work. Just transfer a big chunk of money, send over expensive gifts. If she says she doesn’t want them, that just means she does-” 

Before he could finish, Glenn pulled away, thrust the signed contract into his hands, and said coolly, “That’s enough. You can go.” 

The agent stared, dumbfounded. “Mr. Carlisle, I haven’t finished-” 

“There’s no need,” Glenn interrupted sharply. “Your mindset is twisted..If a woman says no, she means no. If she says she’s not interested, she’s not interested.” 

The agent huffed. “That’s naive. I’ve seen plenty of women who act just like her.” Glenn had lost all patience. “What you’ve seen isn’t everyone. Your attitude doesn’t speak for all women. We’re done here. Talking to you is a waste of my time.” 

With nothing left to say, the agent muttered “jerk” under his breath and finall