The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134: This house could sell for a hundred million.

Celine Tucker could barely manage to keep calm at first, but upon hearing this, she suddenly stared at him. ”Big Brother, this house has always been ours to live in. If you take it back, where are we supposed to go?”

Leonardy Zachmann frowned and snapped at her coldly, ”Celine, stop talking!”

Celine Tucker held back her emotions and turned her head away.

The Zachmann relatives were all taken aback by Stanley Zachmann’s abrupt demands. They exchanged glances and saw astonishment mirrored in each other’s eyes.

The Zachmann brothers had always had a good relationship, and there had never been any major disputes at home. What exactly had happened this time to push the always mild-mannered Stanley into demanding to split the family and even reclaim the mansion?

Most of the extended Zachmann family lived in McKinney, except for one grandma who had moved to Beijing with Mr. Zachmann years ago.

This time, Stanley had summoned her as well.

When she heard Stanley talk about splitting the family and reclaiming the mansion, she froze momentarily, furrowed her brows, glanced at Nathalie Quinlan beside her, then turned to Mr. Zachmann and said, ”Brother, what... what is Stanley trying to do? We’re all family. Even if the bones break, the tendons are still connected. What could have happened that’s worth causing all this turmoil?”

She commented again, softly, not entirely approving, ”If there’s an issue, speak up, and everyone can help resolve it. There’s an old saying: ’As long as the elder is here, the family shouldn’t divide.’ Why go through the trouble of splitting the family while things are running smoothly?”

She and Mr. Zachmann were distant relatives.

She also had a grandson who was the same age as Caryn Zachmann but didn’t perform as well academically. He hadn’t gotten into Tsinghua University but was enrolled in a third-tier college in Beijing.

Her calculations were clear. The future of her grandson would depend on joining the Zachmann family company.

The Zachmann family company was managed by Leonardy Zachmann.

Over the years, Stanley Zachmann had lived as if he had been stripped of everything. With the brothers at odds, whom she should curry favor with and whose side she should stand on was all too obvious.

She was definitely inclined to side with the family of Room Two. Pleasing them now would make it much easier to ask for their help in arranging work for her grandson in the future.

The distant grandma’s gaze shifted; she’d already figured out her stance. She continued with a tone hovering between mockery and sarcasm, ”Besides, the mansion has always been the home of Leonardy and his family. It’s easy enough to suggest it with nothing but words, but realistically speaking, moving out isn’t something that can be done just as easily as saying it.”

The Zachmann mansion stood in a prime location. This particular area was widely recognized as one of Beijing’s most prestigious zones, a place you couldn’t buy into regardless of how much money you had.

The house itself was a three-story villa.

It also had a hundred-square-meter garden outside, meticulously tended by gardeners, with blooming flowers in all four seasons.

In Beijing, land in such a high-value area is worth its weight in gold. If the Zachmann mansion were to be sold, it would easily fetch an auction price of over a hundred million RMB.

Ordinary people wouldn’t even be capable of buying a property like this even if they had the money.

To say the mansion wasn’t just a piece of real estate but a symbol of one’s social status would not be an exaggeration.

By living in the mansion, Caryn Zachmann’s family was tacitly signaling to other elite families in Beijing that their branch was the one handpicked by Mr. Zachmann to inherit the family lineage!

It was this implicit prestige that caused Celine Tucker’s expression to change abruptly the moment she heard Stanley Zachmann demand that the house be returned.

Mr. Zachmann continued gripping his cane tightly as he sat in his wheelchair. His eyes appeared cloudy at first glance, yet upon closer observation, a sharp cunningness glimmered beneath. He was clearly nothing like a senile old man; time had left merciless impressions on him while still gently preserving his wisdom and character.

He ignored the distant grandma’s chatter and turned his head slightly to look at Caryn Zachmann. He opened his mouth and said, ”Caryn, what do you think?”

The relatives and elder family members once again directed their gazes uniformly toward Caryn Zachmann.