Chapter 2207 Where Did You Steal It From?

High-end villa compounds like Wyomspring had a strict no-delivery policy.

Like the Yemens, the manager believed Kaze snuck into the place for no good reason.

Wyomspring was an affluent neighborhood, and its residents were important people.

The manager might lose his job and the chance to befriend these VIPs if Kaze were to upset the residents.

Furrowing his brows, Kaze said indifferently, “I’m the owner of Villa No. 1.”

“You’re the owner?”

The manager ran his eyes on Kaze and clicked his tongue in disdain. “You? Do you know the value of Villa No. 1?

“I doubt you can ever make that kind of money.”

With an exclusive clientele to serve, the manager developed a sense of superiority over ordinary people.

The way he saw it, Kaze’s get-up was not even as valuable as his work uniform.

Kaze was too poor to be the owner of Villa No. 1.

Besides, the manager overheard the Yemens’ conversation with Kaze. He was sure Kaze was bluffing.

“Let me be straight with you, boy. This