Landon felt like the floor had tilted under him.
Because the plot Andres had wanted first—that anonymous purchase—was his.
Aethelburg real estate was insanely valuable; everyone wanted a piece.
Landon had known Andres was interested in the steel mill site, and he knew the plan was to build high-end housing there.
He'd used connections to get Andres's bid number early.
Then, to keep Andres from tracing it back to him, he'd bought the land under someone else's name. There were plenty of people hungry for money who'd happily front a deal, no questions asked.
Landon had been convinced it was airtight.
And now Andres was saying he'd bought the land opposite… to build a cemetery.
If a cemetery breaks ground there, the value of Landon's plot will tank. Nobody was paying top dollar for "luxury living" facing a graveyard.
Andres put on a look of innocent concern. "Landon, you don't look so good. You okay?"
Andres genuinely couldn't understand why Landon loved doing things like this behind his back.
If Landon wanted the land, he could've said so to his face.
For the sake of their friendship, Andres might not even have fought him for it.
The White family's holdings were so sprawling Andres couldn't count them all. He didn't need one more plot of land that badly.
But Landon always had to take the weird angle, the sneaky route, until everybody was miserable.
Landon forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't let anything show.
"It's nothing," he said tightly. "I just spoke with Miss Vance for a moment."
"She probably misunderstood me because of the whole Anya-and-Sarah thing."
Andres saw exactly what he was doing.
The way Landon pivoted so fast to Maeve—he was already lining her up as a target.
"Maeve's young," Andres said evenly, "but she has perspective. She's not the type to hold a grudge over petty girl drama."
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