A Millionaire Demolished My Old House and Came Back on His Knees After Finding His Childhood Photo in the Ruins

Company logos. That contractor smell of cologne and dust.
Behind them, a fourth man stepped forward like the main character.

Late 30s. Maybe early 40s.

Expensive watch.

Perfect hair. Smile sharpened into a weapon.

“Mr. Brooke?” he asked, like it wasn’t a question.

“That’s me,” I said.

He held out his hand.

“I’m Elliot. From E&M Development.”

I knew the name.

Everyone in town did.

He bought land like gum. Grabbed it.

Chewed it. Spit it out.
“I’m not selling,” I said before he could start.

His smile twitched but stayed on.

“I’m not here to argue,” he said. “I’m here to present an opportunity.”