"Then congratulations," Luna said, shrugging. "You live in such a good place."

Wills Waltson reacted angrily, "Are you deliberately infuriating me?"

"What else do you want me to say?"

"My house is good, so, is it compatible with you?"

"However, you don't intend to sell it, and I don't have the funds to purchase it."

Wills Waltson raised the corner of his lips casually.

Good.

"I have no intention of selling my house, but I can sell myself. You can simply take me."

"Mr. Waltson, you are quite interesting; who doesn't know that you are the most expensive guy in Philadelphia? I can't even afford your house, yet you're the...