Three days later, an opulent-looking couple showed up at an apartment complex in a quiet area of Supreme City. Their ostentatious appearance could not be ignored, but no one dared to stare too much at them in fear of appearing rude or attracting their attention.

The real estate agent walking ahead of them felt awkward, and her lips twitched when she looked at them.

The short woman had a pink wig, and her face was made-up like a porcelain doll, complete with cat-eye liner reminiscent of old Egyptian face art and hot red lipstick which contrasted with the overly light skin. She wore a simple jacket and a skirt coupled with long boots. These would have been normal enough except that they were all embellished with bushy pink fur.

The man was tall and seemed to be quite handsome. However, like his girlfriend, he was also extravagant. His black hair was in spikes which must have been held in place by copious amounts of gel. His eyes were completely covered with black shades which were embellished with sparkling diamonds. His ripped black jeans and t-shirt could have looked good, but he wore a long shiny black jacket with lots of grey fur at the collar, cuffs and the bottom.

Both of these people also had plenty of jewellery on their body which shined brightly and chimed as they walked. In a strange twisted way, they looked like a very loving and in-sync couple.

Unfortunately, to everyone looking at them, they were nouveau riche who were afraid that people would not know that they had money.

This was the reason that the beautiful realtor was treating them with politeness despite their garish appearance. These were the kind of people who would pay well above the asking price because they believed bargaining was beneath them.

"This is a great neighbourhood with exceptional safety ratings. A lot of prominent people live here, including some celebrities." The realtor said with a smile.

The woman looked at her boyfriend with excitement while chewing gum carelessly and clinging to his arm. "Baby, did you hear? We will be living with musicians and models and actors." She turned to the realtor. "Which famous person lives in this building?"

"I am not at liberty to say." She lowered her voice and whispered conspiratorially. "But a certain pop group member has the same hair as you."

The girl squealed at an unimaginably high tone. "Baby, did you hear? We have to get a house here!"

"Whatever you want..." The man, who remained standing like a statue, spoke for the first time.

The realtor heard the low voice with a bit of spoiling and could not help taking a second look at the man. Even though he was a bit extra in his dressing, he looked like the perfect husband material. In any case, it looked like he had been forced to look that way by his obviously crazy girlfriend.

Perhaps…

The apparent crazy girlfriend popped her pink bubble gum loudly when she noticed the look that the realtor had in her eyes. The pop startled the woman who was lusting over other people's husband.

"Are you going to show us the apartment or not?" The girl huffed angrily. "My baby is a very busy man. He does not have all day."

"Of course." The realtor responded quickly as she realised that the other woman had noticed her thoughts. She had a sinking feeling that she had messed up an almost sure sale.

When they reached the apartment, the realtor tried to be professional about showing the staged three-bedroomed high-end apartment. It was the only way to try to rescue the transaction. However, it was obvious that the girl had lost interest in the activity, and the man seemed to follow his girlfriend's mood. It seemed that they were only going through the motions.

"This is the master bedroom. It is spacious and has great luxury features." The realtor opened the door about to explain further.

However, since she was facing forward, she missed the actions of the woman behind her. The man who had been walking with them stood further behind. The pink-haired girl took out a small bottle from her studded pink purse and sprayed it towards the realtor as she stepped into the room.

Within three steps, the realtor felt lightheaded. She stumbled on her high-heeled shoes.

The woman behind her came closer to her and looked at her with wide eyes. "Hey! Why are you walking like a crazy person? You are so unprofessional."

"I don't feel so…" With that, she collapsed onto the carpet.