Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 26: Greenbaby

Darren stepped out of the sleek, glass-paneled entrance of Wellington Realty, the estate agent matching his pace beside him. The late afternoon sun cast golden hues over the city, filtering through the high-rises and reflecting off passing cars.

He glanced at her briefly before speaking. "I didn't bring a personal vehicle with me," he said, adjusting the cuff of his shirt. "Do you guys offer—"

Before he could finish, a deep purr of an engine caught his attention.

A black Cadillac Escalade glided into view.

Darren was awed at the sight of it, remembering that Cadillacs were really respected cars during this year.

It was an imposing vehicle. Big, bold, and luxurious, with a wide chrome grille that drew all attention near and far. The tinted windows gave it an air of exclusivity, while the 22-inch alloy wheels rolled to a smooth stop against the curb. The LED headlights flickered briefly before shutting off, leaving the wealthy aura of the car's presence to simmer for a while.

Darren became gluttonous. 'Maybe I should start thinking of a car.'

The estate agent looked at him and smiled. "Indeed we do offer exclusive transport services," She gestured to the car as the driver stepped out and opened the door. "This vehicle is provided by the company. You'll be taken straight to the property in complete comfort."

Darren nodded in approval before stepping inside.

The interior smelled of fine leather and polished wood, the cabin spacious and designed for both relaxation and authority.

The seats, stitched with premium black leather, molded to his frame as he settled in. Across from him, the agent took her seat, crossing her legs neatly, her expression poised and subtly observant.

The driver, an older man dressed in a clean black uniform, turned in his seat. "Good afternoon, sir. I'll be taking you to the most popular wealthy avenue in Los Alverez. Greenbaby."

Darren inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Let's go."

The car pulled away, and it drove through the roads, the beautiful city blurred past the tinted windows.

Darren exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. Throughout the drive, he tried not to think about her.

Lily.

But no matter how much he tried to block it out, the memories came crashing in.

More than ten years together.

They had been through a lot of his stuff. Not just as lovers, but even as friends. And yet, all of it was meaningless now.

All of that was now over because of the memory of her lying on Tyler Mooney's laps.

Ugh, he squeezed his eyes shut. But no matter how he tried to will the memory away, it remained. It burned and it hurt. Too damn much.

He could never allow himself to forgive her.

Never.

Thankfully, the Cadillac's smooth ride and the soft hum of the engine helped dull his thoughts as the scenery outside began to shift.

Soon, the towering buildings gave way to a quieter, more affluent part of the city.

The street ahead stretched wide and clean, paved with smooth asphalt and lined with tall oak trees, having lush green canopies that swayed gently in the breeze.

This affluent avenue was called Greenbaby. Not Greenbaby Avenue, or Greenbaby Estate, just Greenbaby.

Unlike the bustling downtown, here, everything was serene, elegant, and exclusive. The sidewalks were lined with immaculately maintained gardens, filled with rose bushes, trimmed hedges, and ornate street lamps.

Further down, the rolling hills provided a scenic backdrop, adding to the neighborhood's seclusion. The few houses that dotted the area were grand estates, each unique in design, spaced far apart, emphasizing privacy and luxury.

The estate agent took the opportunity to speak.

"Greenbaby is one of the most sought-after locations in the city," she said, her voice finally finding the confidence of someone who knew how to sell. "I must say that you have a fine eye, sir. Quickly choosing this property. In a few years time, to get a property here will be more expensive."

She continued. "Every property here is custom-built, and the neighborhood itself is home to some of the most influential figures — CEOs, entrepreneurs, even a few celebrities."

She gestured outside as they passed an elegant Victorian-style mansion, its iron gates adorned with ivy. "You might know the famous Ava Monroe. She lives in that beautiful mansion, though she does enjoy her privacy."

"Like hers, every estate here is designed for discretion and security, with high-end surveillance and gated access. Not to mention, the investment potential is enormous. Like I mentioned and like you know, this area's property values are set to rise in the next five years."

Darren listened attentively and soon, the car slowed.

The driver pulled into a private driveway, lined with neatly arranged cobblestones leading up to a magnificent house.

The door was opened for him and Darren stepped out, his gaze lifting as he took in the estate before him.

The mansion stood tall and proud, its white stucco exterior accented by sleek black trims and massive floor-to-ceiling windows. A modern masterpiece, yet with subtle European influences.

The doorways were arched, balconies were made of wrought-iron, and there was a grand double-door entrance. The roof was designed with dark slate tiles, contrasting beautifully against the pristine white walls.

Landscaped gardens surrounded the property, complete with a stone fountain, manicured hedges, and a private pathway leading to a small grove of trees in the back.

The estate agent smiled as she walked beside him. "Seeing it in person is different from looking at pictures, isn't it?"

Darren gave a short nod. "It is."

She led him up the steps, unlocking the grand doors, and gestured for him to enter.

Inside, the foyer was breathtaking. There was a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting shimmering light across the tiled floors. A curved staircase with decorated railings led to the second floor, and the open-concept design gave the house a feeling of endless space.

"Let me show you around," the agent said, stepping ahead.

As they walked, Darren inspected every corner: the living area, with its spectacularly designed ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard pool.

The kitchen with the Italian marble countertops, custom oak cabinetry, and state-of-the-art appliances. The master suite, with a private balcony, walk-in closet, and an en-suite bathroom that looked more like a spa.

However, through it all, Darren couldn't ignore something.

The way the estate agent spoke as she explained things. The lingering glances here and there. A slight brush of her fingers when she pointed at something. A playful smile as she caught his eye.

It was obvious.

She was flirting with him.

So far she had tried to keep it professional, but the small hesitations, the subtle nervousness. It was clear. She was interested.

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Whatever it was she was interested in, he didn't know, but Darren still remained indifferent.

He wasn't blind. She was beautiful, yes — long dark hair, sharp blue eyes, a curvy yet elegant figure. But right now, he had no interest. Not in this.

Instead, his mind wandered back to something else.

The price.

He noted how cheap things were compared to 10 years in the future. This house would be around an extra million in his former timeline. At most 3 million.

That was one of the biggest advantages of his regression.

Everything was cheaper.

By the time the tour was over, the agent turned to him, a bright smile on her face. "So," she said expectantly. "What do you think?"