If You're Not Strong, You'll Die

Aurora arrived at the sales office, donning oversized sunglasses that hid most of her face, leaving only her delicate chin exposed.

A sales rep immediately approached her. "Miss, what kind of property are you interested in? Any preferred locations?"

"I want a villa," Aurora declared.

The sales rep's jaw nearly dropped. Though their clientele was generally wealthy, it was rare for such a young girl to ask for a villa right off the bat.

Quickly ushering Aurora into the VIP room, the sales rep served her tea and pulled up property listings on a tablet. "Miss Aurora, we have a wide range of properties. How big of a villa are you looking for? Do you have a budget or a preferred location? I can recommend the most suitable options."

Aurora skimmed through the listings, most of which were priced above 5 million. Her current budget was nowhere near enough. She'd have to make a down payment and figure out the rest later.

"I don't need a prime location, but I do need a lot of space. There are fiv