Cecilia Adler chose not to disclose the details, saying tactfully, "My place is a bit out of the way, so it's not convenient for him to visit. Um... I've looked at the house. I'll offer seven hundred, but I don't want any of the furniture or items inside. If your husband is willing to sell, please have him bring the property documents and meet me at the Housing Management Office at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. We'll handle the transfer paperwork there."
"Handling the transfer at the Housing Management Office?"
Cecilia Adler raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Is that a problem?"
"...It's fine!"
"Then it's settled." After concluding her business, Cecilia Adler left. As she passed a department store, she suddenly thought of that box of liqueur chocolates.
A sudden wave of irritation washed over her.
'Do I look that easy to placate?'
'Trying to win me over with a box of chocolates.'
'Well, I have to find out what's so special about them.'
