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    In a fit of rage, a womanshed out, eximing, “You old hag, all you do is consume pig slop, and yet youe to Thompson First trying to act all high and mighty—what a brilliant move!”


    Without missing a beat, he shouted to a nearby security guard, “Hey, get over here now! Are you blind? I just spent over 20 million dors on a house here, and this is how you treat esteemed homeowners like us? Who’s looking out for our feelings and interests when someone like this old woman, acting like a pig, is allowed to roam freely?”


    The security guard felt the pressure mounting.


    Lady Wilson appeared somewhat worn and fatigued, not at all resembling a typical wealthy matron.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    To add to the oddity, she was burdened with fourrge stic bags filled with steamed buns, rice, and a disheveled vegetable soup, an image far removed from the elegance expected of Thompson First homeowners.


    In a rush, the security guard addressed her, “Excuse me, ma’am, but this is a private residence. Unauthorized individuals are not permitted inside, so I must ask you to leave.”


    Furious, Lady Wilson trembled with indignation.


    “Even if I’m not the owner of Thompson First A04, I am a resident here! I live in one of the finest vis in Aurous Hill! Why should I be treated this way?”


    With her anger boiling over, Lady Wilson struggled to produce her ess card, shaking it in her hand and dering, “Open your eyes and see clearly—this is the ess card for Thompson First!”


    The security guard and the nearby female resident were taken aback.


    The ess card boasted an elegant design and featured the unique logo of Thompson First. Both the guard and the resident were well-acquainted with it, given their respective roles.


    Upon seeing the card, both had the same thought: “Could this elderly woman truly be an owner at Thompson First?”


    “Anyone can pull out a card—who knows if it’s legitimate? You’ve got guts; why don’t you swipe it and see?” the middle-aged woman challenged.


    “Fine! Just you wait! I’ll prove it!” Lady Wilson retorted, and immediately swiped her card at the gate’s sensor.


    To everyone’s surprise, the gate chimed: “Hello, distinguished resident of Vi A04, wee home!”


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    The first includes owners, those officially listed on the property title.


    The second category epasses households.


    However, it’s important to note that upants should not be underestimated.


    Most upants are immediate family members of the owners, with some being rtives.


    For instance, Jasmine, the current head of the Moore family, is well-known in Aurous Hill. If she purchased a vi here, she would be the owner, while her grandfather, other elders, and siblings would be residents.


    Though upants are not on the title deed, their close rtionship with the owners makes them significant figures in their own right.


    As the middle-aged woman realized that Mrs. Wilson had indeed swiped her card sessfully and was a genuine resident of Vi A04, her face drained of color!


    The A-series vis, each valued in the hundreds of millions, were far beyond her means.