He forcibly suppressed the urge to rush to Mr. Carter's door and question her thoroughly. He had already observed just now that nothing in the entire room had been moved, and some traces showed that this house really hadn’t been lived in for several years. In his judgment, this President Owen should be the first tenant.

Although she was a president, she came to rent such a cheap little house, which was rather baffling and strange, but Henry Walker had absolutely no interest in getting to the bottom of it. All he wanted now was to ask her to leave immediately, resolve the matter at hand, and then start living a normal life. He would also take care of some things that needed to be handled.

Having no interest in playing games with her any longer, Henry Walker flicked his cigarette ash into the empty milk carton and said coldly, “Big president, there’s something you probably don’t know: I am the real owner of this house. I have never authorized anyone to rent it out.”

“How is that possible?” Feifei Owen's expression changed slightly. She hurriedly picked up her bag, took out a rental contract, and pointed at it, saying, “I had my secretary rent this house, paid three months’ rent plus one month’s deposit, a total of eight thousand yuan, and here’s the signed receipt. The landlord’s name is Rose Carter, who I heard is a well-respected retired teacher. If this house wasn’t hers, how could she possibly rent it out?”

So it really was Mr. Carter who rented out the house. Henry Walker's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, “President Owen, I know Mr. Carter, but I only entrusted her to help look after and maintain the house, and strictly forbade her from renting it out. I’m afraid your contract is invalid. When your secretary rented the house for you, she probably didn’t check the property certificate, did she? Because my name is on it.”

Seeing how confidently Henry Walker spoke, Feifei Owen felt a chill in her heart and believed him about fifty or sixty percent. Surely this bastard surnamed Wang wouldn’t make up such an easily exposed lie. Instantly, her pretty face was covered in frost. At the same time, she realized that Henry Walker probably hadn’t followed her here, but that she had accidentally rented his house by coincidence.

Though furious, she also let down her guard a little, and said coldly, “Wait a moment, I’ll call Secretary Thompson to find out what’s going on.” Only then did she pick up the phone and her luggage, and go into the room to make the call.

More than ten minutes later, she came out with a face as cold as ice, her eyes tinged with anger. By now, she had changed out of her bath towel and was wearing a beige casual sports outfit. She glared fiercely at Henry Walker—this bastard had pretended so well just now, making her think he was a criminal. She hadn’t dared to make any rash moves for fear of provoking him, and as a result, she’d tangled with him for half the day in just a bath towel, letting him shamelessly ogle her for ages. Even worse, this man had eaten all her milk and bread—heavens, that bread was enough for her for two or three days! How on earth was his stomach built? She had never been so humiliated in her life.

No matter how today’s matter was resolved, she would remember this grudge. She would definitely make him pay it back with interest.

The casual sportswear completely covered up her sexy figure, but in a way, it gave her a new style, making her look like a healthy and energetic athletic woman. She had already dispelled the slight fear she’d felt before. Calmly, she sat down opposite Alice Ray, crossed her arms, and said, “Henry Walker, I’ve already confirmed with my secretary. Indeed, her aunt was just looking after the house for someone else and didn’t intend to rent it out. But as she understood it, the original owner of the house hadn’t returned for five years. So, to satisfy me, she privately discussed it with her aunt Mr. Carter and temporarily rented the house. Now, she will immediately ask Mr. Carter to come and resolve the issue.” She was very displeased with Henry Walker, and her tone was full of coldness.

“Resolve the issue?” Henry Walker lounged on the sofa and said indifferently, “Whatever dispute you have with Mr. Carter, handle it yourselves. Now, as the owner of the house, I ask you to leave immediately. I don’t like being disturbed by anyone.” No matter how pretty this Feifei Owen was, no matter how good her background, he didn’t care in the slightest.

“Henry Walker, what kind of attitude is that?” Feifei Owen was infuriated by his offhand way of kicking her out and said angrily, “First, I paid to rent this house, you have no right to kick me out. Second, I’m the company president, you’re my employee, so I’d like you to speak more politely.” She had never met anyone like him in her life.

Feifei Owen had always been very confident—whether in family background, looks, education, or ability, she had every reason to be self-assured. She had met many men: some would feel inferior and worship her as a goddess, while others, equally outstanding and confident, would try all sorts of ways to pursue her. But she had never truly been moved. Because she had real confidence, self-respect, and enough ability to realize her own dreams and life’s value.