Paula chased after the agent, demanding, “Well? Did you figure out whether that woman’s a fraud or not? Is the landlord finally kicking her out?”
The agent shot her a warning look. “Let’s not talk about that he muttered, then turned to Celestine with a smille that was all apologies. ‘Miss Selwyn, I’m afraid we made a mistake. Turns out the house belongs to you and your husband jointly Your husband said he’d cover any damages, so perhaps we can just let it go? These folks were genuinely interested in seeing the place, that’s all.”
Paula stood there, speechless.
How had that vixen ended up as the owner?!
She pinched her boyfriend hard.
Carr snapped out of his daze. “Who said we even want to rent this dump? The price is dirt cheap–there’s obviously something wrong with the place!”
Paula, burning with jealousy, eyed the handsome man standing beside Celestine “Who knows what kind of business this landlady‘ runs here? Maybe she’s got all sorts of clients coming and going. Her husband would rather be anywhere else, so he’s desperate to rent the place out. Tsk, tsk. We’re not interested.”
She made a big show of grabbing Carr’s arm, pretending to storm off.
She was waiting for Celestine to beg her to stay.
Women like that, she thought, needed to be put in their place if they wanted to do business here.
“Wait.”
Just as expected.
Paula turned back, smug. “What? Regretting what you said earlier?”
Celestine took out her phone, her voice calm. “You said I had clients here. What kind of clients, exactly?”
Her amber eyes were unreadable, cool and steady–so intense they seemed to draw Paula in, leaving her tongue–tied.
For a moment, Paula faltered, but Carr just sneered, “She means you’re a prostitute Don’t act all innocent! Maybe your husband can’t stand you anymore, so he’s rushing to get rid of this place!”
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Chapter 242
Celestine’s smile sharpened. “Are you willing to take legal responsibility for those
words?”
Carr scoffed, “Yeah, I said it. So what? Can you prove I’m wrong?”
Celestine let out a soft laugh and pressed play on her phone. Instantly, the room was filled with a recording–their own voices, slinging insults, crystal clear.
“Sorry, but I actually can prove it,” she said, waving her phone carelessly. “Not only did you break into my home, but you’ve also just added slander to the list. I’ll be pressing charges.”
Carr’s face twisted in rage. He rolled up his sleeves and charged at her. “You bitch! You set me up! I’ll-”
He never made it. The man beside Celestine moved with lethal speed, planting a brutal kick squarely in Carr’s ribs. The force sent Carr crashing to the floor, howling in pain, clutching his side.
Gideon stood in front of Celestine, his expression glacial, the kind of cold that belonged to something dragged straight out of hell. He looked down at Carr with utter contempt, as if he was already a corpse.
“Do you have a death wish?”
If Celestine hadn’t stopped him, these three would have been on their knees the moment they stepped through the door.
Paula shrieked and scrambled over to Carr. “You monsters! You attacked my husband! If anything happens to him, I’ll make sure you pay!”
Meanwhile, Carr was rolling on the ground, wailing dramatically. “Help! They’ve killed me! They’ve ruined my life!”
Paula glared at Celestine, venom in her eyes. “You’ve ruined my husband! He’ll never recover! Unless you pay us two hundred thousand, you’ll regret ever crossing
us!”
The agent stood caught in the middle, looking like he wished he could disappear.
Celestine just watched the performance, her expression cold, almost amused.
Then, from outside, came the sound of heavy footsteps.
The building manager and several security guards burst in.
Paula clung to Carr and shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Help! They’re murderers! Arrest these killers! My husband’s dying because of them!”
