My Cuckhold System-Chapter 150: The Familiar Realtor

West immediately tried to push her back but his arms barely moved.

Her strength was monstrous... it felt like he was pinned in place by iron.

West’s patience snapped as he bit her lip sharply.

"Mm—"

Then he grabbed her throat and shoved her backward with force.

She stumbled back four steps as a thin line of blood ran down her lower lip.

For a moment she simply stared at him before letting out a wild and delighted laugh.

She wiped the blood with her thumb and slowly licked it away.

"Mmm."

"Kinky."

West’s expression darkened.

"So that’s how you like it."

West stepped forward slightly with a cold tone.

"I’m only saying this once."

"Stay away from me."

Her eyes gleamed as she responded; "I don’t do well with orders."

West ignored the comment.

"I don’t have any business with the mafia."

His gaze hardened.

"And I intend for things to stay that way."

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

But halfway down the street, he vanished from her point of view.

Back on the street corner, the girl blinked.

"...Huh?"

She scanned the street with a look of confusion. There was no sign of him anywhere.

Then she sighed dramatically.

"Aww..."

A wide smile slowly spread across her face.

"He’s so hot."

She folded her arms thoughtfully.

"I must have him."

"No matter what."

This girl was none other than Freya... the dangerous twin sister of Timothy who had awakened around the same time West got his system.

Despite being only 18, she was a rising power within the mafia family.

West had escaped from her view by activating Shadow Anchor and merging with the shadow beneath a parked vehicle.

Moments later the vehicle started moving and with it, West moved silently along within its shadow.

This was why West vanished from her view.

West finally detached from the vehicle several blocks away and exhaled slowly.

"...That girl is insane."

As he walked toward his apartment, a troubling thought settled into his mind.

She knew what he had done. It might all have been strong speculation but she had gotten it all right... how he allowed Timothy to take credit. He realized that the crazy sister Timothy was referring to was her... and now she had taken interest in him.

West had the urge to facepalm.

And to make matters worse, she knew where he lived.

That wasn’t surprising since the mafia owned most of the buildings in this district.

West pulled out his phone and called his father.

"Dad."

"Yes?"

"Don’t come home tonight."

His father paused.

"...Why?"

"I’ll explain later."

After hanging up, West stared at the city skyline before sighing.

"...Yeah."

"Its time to move."

...

...

The next morning, West began looking at new housing options.

West had barely slept.

His encounter with Freya the previous night kept replaying in his mind.

The woman was dangerous.

Not just physically strong, but mentally unhinged in a way that made her unpredictable.

Knowing where he lived was more than enough reason to move so West began searching for a new apartment.

He scrolled through listings on his phone while sitting in a small café near the commercial district. Many places were either too expensive, too cramped, or located in areas controlled by the mafia families.

Eventually, he decided it would be faster to contact a realtor directly.

A few calls later, he was connected with someone who specialized in mid-to-high-end apartments.

They agreed to meet at one of the city’s largest shopping complexes.

An hour later, West arrived at the mall.

The place was a massive five floors building with glass elevators running up the center. Luxury boutiques lined the mirror like floors, while the scent of expensive perfume drifted through the air.

People of all groups ranging from families to wealthy shoppers to business professionals, moved everywhere.

West leaned casually against the railing near a café while waiting.

Minutes later, some approached and the moment he saw her, his eyes widened slightly.

The figure approaching him had a familiar face.

She was incredibly breathtaking with long dark silky and elegant hair that had a few strands falling naturally across the side of her face. Her full lips were a soft red shade that wasn’t exaggerated or overdone. It looked perfectly blended.

Her body carried a naturally curvy silhouette that her corporate outfit highlighted perfectly.

A fitted charcoal blazer hugged her waist, while a pencil skirt emphasized her voluptuous hips and long legs. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked.

The moment she saw West, she stopped as her eyes widened in recognition.

"...You?"

West blinked.

"...You’re the realtor?"

They both spoke at the same time before laughing awkwardly.

It didn’t take West more than a moment to remember where he knew her from...

Two months ago from the residential ruins incident, she was the woman whose fiancé had almost been crushed by falling debris.

She had underestimate West’s capabilities at the time, only for him to end up saving her fiancé’s life.

"I didn’t realize it was you," she said softly, still looking surprised.

"Same here," West replied.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear while looking at him curiously.

"But... why are you moving?"

West shrugged.

"Personal reasons."

Her brow furrowed slightly.

"I thought the mafia arranged housing for everyone involved in the residential ruins incident."

"They did."

"And it was pretty good too."

"So why leave?"

West gave a vague smile.

"Let’s just say I prefer not living somewhere that people can easily track me."

She didn’t ask further, instead her expression softened.

"...I never properly thanked you."

West raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"

"For saving my fiancé."

Her voice carried genuine emotion.

"I wanted to come visit you many times... but things have been difficult."

West nodded.

"I understand."

She sighed quietly.

"I’ve been juggling work and taking care of him."

"Rehabilitation appointments."

"Doctor visits."

"Medication."

"It’s been overwhelming."

West asked gently, "How is he doing now?"

The question hit her harder than expected causing her expression to crack.

Her eyes became glossy almost instantly.

"...Not well."