The Perfect Comeback of the Fortune's Favorite, the Fake Heir of the Elite Family novel Chapter 8

The news of the demolition came early the next morning.

The highway was being expanded, and our house happened to be in the designated area.

My dad's hands trembled as he accompanied me to the village to sign the documents.

The village head teased him.

"Old Fang, why are your hands shaking? I'd say your family has been having good luck lately. Your biological son is back, your house collapsed but no one was injured, and now you're just within the demolition zone."

"See, now you don't even have to spend money to rebuild. Just wait for your new apartment! So many families in our village are green with envy..."

The new apartment provided as compensation was a spacious 1,500 square foot unit on a high floor. Since it wasn't a collective relocation, the location was also excellent.

However...

The developer was the Hamilton Group!

On the day we went to the sales office to choose our unit and collect the keys, my parents were overjoyed, and I didn't want to dampen their spirits.

But as fate would have it, we ran into someone we knew.

The stout man stood in front of the building plans, surrounded by a group of people, speaking incessantly.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What are you doing here? These apartments were developed by my Hamilton family, all spacious units over 1,500 square feet."

"You paupers, can you even afford them?"

Faced with such an attitude, my parents were clearly flustered and at a loss.

Peter Hamilton scanned the room with an air of arrogance.

"Security, get these people out of here. What kind of people do they think they are, coming to my Hamilton property to gawk!"