Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 324

Outside the house, the scene was a whirlwind of activity. Neighbors, attracted by the commotion, had

spilled out of their homes, leaving the common area as packed as a subway car during rush hour.

Standing defiantly at the wide-open doorway, with a spin mop clutched in her hand, was Zora. Her

voice boomed with indignant rage, "Over my dead body will you sell this house! Who the heck do you

think you are?"

She was decked out in a loud, form-fitting floral dress, her hair done up in a messy beehive that

seemed to defy gravity. She must've skipped her morning makeup routine because her bare face

shocked me, almost making me puke.

Her skin, usually covered in foundation, was now peppered with blemishes, just like a warty toad that

had just hopped out of a fairy tale.

The moment she caught sight of Jaylan stepping out of the elevator, her instincts kicked in and she

spun, about to dash back inside. But, remembering the prospective buyers at the door, she abruptly

halted.

After a long moment with her back to us, she slowly turned around, fixing her gaze on Jaylan with eyes

that seemed to plead for mercy. Her lips twitched as she struggled to speak, "You... what are you doing

here?"

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Behind Zora, Clara was nonchalantly eating a big, juicy apple. She watched the drama unfold with a

smirk. As we approached, she straightened up and vanished inside the house.

"Jaylan!" Zora's voice took on a sickly-sweet tone, her eyes seeking sympathy.

The real estate agent, spotting Hannah as the person in charge, rushed over as if she were a lifeline.

"Ms. Hannah, thank goodness you're here! This property has generated a lot of interest since it was

listed. I've brought this gentleman to view the house, and he's ready to pay cash. But this lady," he

gestured at Zora, "I don't know how she got in. She's been nothing but trouble, claiming the house is

hers and being completely rude!"

Hannah, sharp as ever, gestured respectfully towards Jaylan, "Oakley, this gentleman is my boss, Mr.

Dawson. He's the one who asked me to handle the sale."

Oakley immediately caught on and turned to Jaylan with utmost respect. "Mr. Dawson, don’t get me

wrong, but do you indeed intend to sell this property?"

Before Zora could reach out to grab Jaylan, he stepped back, his gaze icy. With a single word, he

made his intentions clear, "Yes!"

I couldn't help but smirk at Zora's dumbstruck expression.

Hearing Jaylan's confirmation, Zora's face twisted into an ugly snarl. "Jaylan, you promised me this

house was mine! How can you go back on your word? Why would you sell it?"

Jaylan's laugh was cold as he retorted, "A nanny who doesn't know her place and lays a hand on the

lady of the house doesn't deserve leniency. We've been kind enough not to send you to the police. And

you have the audacity to claim this house? My wife may be kind-hearted, but don't mistake my patience

for weakness."

His words reverberated through the crowd, drawing looks of disdain and a chorus of disapproving

murmurs. It was a verbal slap across Zora's face.

Zora, eyes blazing with fury, tried to retaliate, "You... Jaylan, don't forget—" But Jaylan cut her off with a

snarl, "Forget what?"

Zora shuddered under his intense glare. For a moment, Jaylan's expression was chilling, and I had

never seen such a deadly look in his eyes before.

Watching Zora closely, I noticed a flicker of fear in her eyes as she stepped back.

Swallowing hard, her eyes still showed panic mixed with defiance, "What... what are you planning to

do?"

Jaylan's gaze remained unyielding as he finally spat out a single command, "Leave!"

Suddenly, Zora's face contorted into a bizarre expression of madness. "Don't even think about it! I won't

go!"