My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 133 - 133: 133: Just a Little Bit Short

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“Sweetheart, I’m just worried about you getting cold.” Yigol Novak lied with his eyes wide open.

In fact, this was the most intimate encounter they’ve ever had. He had slept holding Suri Drew before, but they were always wearing clothes.

The moment Yigol’s skin touched Suri’s, his heart involuntarily thumped.

“I’m not cold, stay away from me.” Suri struggled to get away from Yigol.

Of course, Yigol wouldn’t give her the chance and held her tightly: “Sweetheart, let me warm you up, you’re too cold.”

“If you keep this up, I’m going to put on clothes.” Suri said anxiously.

Finally, Yigol stopped moving, and they maintained their position – not too close but not moving apart either.

Yigol deliberately stayed still, while Suri didn’t dare to move. She worried that if she made the slightest movement, he would try some new intimate action.

After four or five minutes, Suri’s body stiffened and she shifted slightly. As expected, Yigol took the opportunity to snuggle up closer.

“What- what do you want to do?”

“Just a hug, just a hug…”

The next day.

Yigol got up early, in a great mood, even humming a little tune as he left the house.

If Suri could dress like that and let him get so close, it meant that he was a step closer to his goal.

“Keep up the good work,” Yigol encouraged himself.

Like always, Suri got up just in time for breakfast, and they ate like nothing had happened before Suri went to work.

No one mentioned what happened last night.

Suri was too embarrassed to mention it, and Yigol dared not. He didn’t want to risk upsetting Suri and jeopardizing their future progress.

After Suri left, Yigol fell into deep contemplation. He initially thought something might happen between them last night, but he was just a little short. How should he make an effort?

Going on a trip might be a good way. When people are happy, anything is possible.

Once they were on a trip, they could always be together, which would mean more opportunities.

It seems that planning a trip should happen sooner rather than later.

However, it wasn’t something he could just start immediately.

His previous rental disputes and the issue with the middleman were still unresolved. Although he had gathered all the evidence, the middleman was unwilling to take responsibility. Yigol wouldn’t be polite – he had to involve the court to solve this issue.

Once these issues were resolved, it would be the right time to arrange a trip.

“I’d better seize the time and get to know my sweetheart better, break down her defenses as soon as possible, so we can be carefree and happy when we travel together.”

Just thinking about it made Yigol’s heart flip with joy.

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up and checking, it seemed like what he was thinking about had materialized. “Hello, are you Mr. Yigol Novak?” the person on the line asked.

Yigol replied, “Yes, I am.”

“Mr. Novak, regarding the case you filed, the court has scheduled the trial for tomorrow morning. Will you be attending?” the other person asked.

“I won’t be attending; I’ll leave it all to you. I’ve already told you my requirements, and I believe with your ability, you won’t disappoint me.” Yigol said nonchalantly.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Novak. You’re sure to win this case. The defendant is already inside, and although he can hire a lawyer, it’s just a futile struggle. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t believe they’ll have a chance to turn things around, given the current situation.”

“Alright, you can handle it then. Is there anything else?” Yigol asked.

He was so persistent in pursuing the company, firstly to reclaim his interests because they hadn’t paid him enough, and secondly to protect the interests of his clients who would be compensated. In this way, he could also win over his clients’ hearts and make management easier for Suri after she took over the buildings.

“Indeed, there is something else. It’s not within the scope of the lawsuit, but it’s related to it, and we cannot handle it. You need to take care of it yourself,” the person told Yigol.

“Go on,” Yigol responded with a frown.

“It’s the tenants. This matter is now well- known, and they know they’ve been maliciously charged rent. They’re demanding a refund for the excess rent. However, they don’t know you or where to find you, so they come to us and ask us to pass the message.”

“Initially, there were only a few people. But as more and more went looking for the middleman who was already in jail – his family has disappeared, and the tenants couldn’t find anyone to speak to — this issue dragged on.”

“At first, we were still in the process of gathering evidence, so I didn’t tell you about this issue. We’ve been reassuring the tenants, but now that the trial is underway, this matter needs to be dealt with. Mr. Novak, how do you want to handle it?”

“By the way, we were also approached by a Ms. Drew in the past few days. She’s the tenant of one of your buildings and has the management and usage rights to the property. We’ve checked the contract – there’s no problem with it, right?” they asked.

Yigol knew who this Ms. Drew was: “The contract is fine. Have you handled it on your side?”

It must’ve been Suri taking over the property and learning about the disputes between the tenants and the buildings.

However, she never mentioned anything to Yigol.

When it came to work, she never took the initiative to mention it unless he asked.

“Ms. Drew’s intention is to take over the property and the company directly. But since you were the one who entrusted us with the dispute, we couldn’t transfer it without your notification. So, the matter has been delayed until now.”

Yigol asked, “Then why didn’t you contact me?”

Neither the dispute handlers nor Suri had informed him, leaving him in the dark.

“Ms. Drew intended to contact you herself, so we didn’t interfere,” they replied.

Yigol understood: that’s what happened.

“Alright, I’ll handle it. Also, you said the tenants came to you. Did they leave any contact information?” Yigol asked.

“We kept a record of it, and I’ll send it to you shortly,” they replied.

“Don’t bother. They don’t know who I am, and even if I contacted them, they might not believe me since they have no idea about my identity,” Yigol said.

After thinking about it, Yigol said: “In that case, please notify all the tenants to gather in the community square tomorrow. Arrange a time and let me know; I’ll be there on time to handle the situation..”