Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 472: Unexpectedly, he had altered the plan. She felt a strange sensation. Lifting her gaze to the home that had been seized by the court for auction, she felt a whirlwind of emotions. Tears filled her eyes as she choked out, "Dad, Mom, I'm back." She had finally returned to her own home. Taking a step forward, she retrieved her key. As she tried to unlock the door, she noticed the lock had been replaced. The keyhole was gone, substituted by a high-level smart lock. It resembled what she had seen in Milton's villa. Hesitantly touching the screen, she input her usual password.

"Ding!" The door opened. She was right. As she pushed the door open, the villa's lights automatically illuminated every corner. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She wondered if she was dreaming. The interior decoration and layout were almost identical to her previous home! She rushed inside and spun around, taking in her surroundings. Was this a dream? It felt as though she had been transported back in time overnight. The decoration and layout of the house were nearly identical to her previous home. This seemed impossible.

After her family had been evicted, the new residents had renovated the house. She had secretly observed decorators coming in and out, discarding everything from furniture and light fixtures to murals. But now, aside from the addition of several modern smart devices, everything appeared as it had originally. Even the sofa was the same. She approached the fireplace. The mural hung high on the wall. At first glance, it looked the same as before. Upon closer inspection, she noticed some differences. This was a newly painted oil painting, and the frame was new.

The original mural frame in her house had been old, with a broken corner. That meant the house had been purposely restored to its original appearance. Dive into the story world at gαℓησvℓs․cøm She stood in the living room, dazed, unable to process the situation. It must have been Milton who redecorated it. No one else would have done this. He must have found the original architectural drawings and instructed workers to repair the villa's interior. She was grateful for his actions. She felt at home again.

She had been yearning for this day for over three years and had finally achieved her wish. She went upstairs to her room. Upon entering, she noticed the freshly made bed and the assortment of new toiletries. She could move in at any time. The only difference was that the former storage room had been merged with her bedroom, creating an open walk-in closet. . . .