"Twenty...million!?" Both Patrick and Emily froze, jaws dropping. They clearly had not expected a 100-square-meter place in the city center to be that outrageously expensive. The agent quickly said, "Of course, if the price feels a little high, you can always finance it with a mortgage." Patrick stiffened, his pride pricked. "A mortgage? I just won 50 million! Why would I need a mortgage? I'll pay cash." The agent beamed at that, her tone warming again. "In that case, sir, you can put down a one-million deposit first. Even if your lottery winnings haven't cleared yet, you can arrange a bank loan in the meantime." Patrick and Emily exchanged a nervous glance, suddenly wavering. That was when I frowned and snapped impatiently, saying, "I'm starting to wonder if you really did win 50 million. Or are you just here wasting everyone's time? If you can't afford it, get out." Emily's eyes blazed red with fury. "Don't you dare spout nonsense! Patrick definitely won the lottery. He just hasn't received the payout yet." I waved her off. "Then step aside. I'm buying this unit." My words made the two of them panic. Grinding his teeth, Patrick barked, "No! I'll take this one. I'll get the bank loan and pay the deposit right now!"