When Zachary said Andrew was the buyer of his property, the group was dumbfounded. The wealthy heirs even stared at him in disbelief.

One asked, "Mr. Fischer, you can't be serious! Of all people, you'd sell Serenity Villa to some nobody?"

Another laughed. "I get it—this is one of Mr. Fischer's jokes! It has to be!"

There was simply no way the crown jewel of The Sovereign Residences could be sold to some bottom-feeder. The heirs burst into forced laughter, scrambling to smooth over the absurdity.

Even Xavier, after a stunned pause, joined in with a chuckle. "Zachary, you had me going there for a second! We're both military men—that's a bond thicker than blood. Come on, name your price. This villa… let's just say it's critical for me."

Zachary shook his head. "I'm not joking. The ownership of Serenity Villa is ready to be transferred."

Xavier's smile stayed polished, but his grip tightened on Zachary's shoulder. "Perfect. Then let it change hands to me. Unless… Our brotherhood