Chapter 359
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 359
âGot a good look, did you?â The man in the jacket snatched the document back
aggressively.
âI did,â Leanne replied firmly. âThis house was left to me by my parents, it was never Carlâs. His name isnât on the deed, so your mortgage agreement with him isnât worth the paper itâs written on.â
The manâs face, rough and pocked, was the very picture of a brute. âItâs invalid just because you say so? Well, we lent the money, and now Carlâs skipped town leaving debts behind. Since the house is yourâs, it looks like youâll have to pay up!â
âI have no legal obligation to cover for him,â Leanne countered coolly. âYou should really be going after him to settle his debts.â
As she moved to close the door, the man slammed his hand against it, blocking it.
âWho said you could close this door?â
Leanne stepped back, creating some space between them, and warned, âBack off, or Iâll call the cops.â
These guys were seasoned at this kind of thing, dealing with private lending disputes casually, well aware that as long as they didnât overstep the mark, the police wouldnât bother.
Undeterred, the man taunted, âGo ahead and call them. Let all your neighbors find your family doesnât pay their debts. Thatâll show everyone what kind of people y are!â
Without hesitation, Leanne pulled out her phone and dialed 911.
The manâs confidence wavered as his eyelid twitched in annoyance. Grinding his t said, âFine, itâs late anyway. Weâll be back tomorrow. But donât think about running; know where you work. If you donât settle his debts, weâll be on your back!â
With a jerk of his head, he signaled to his cohorts, and they left.
Leanne closed the door, her brow furrowed with worry that didnât ease.
Carl had taken advantage of her orphan status, usurping her parentsâ house and squandering their legacy. Now, these thugs expected her to cough up three million to cover his lazy hide? What a joke!
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But she knew those loan sharks wouldnât let up easily. If they couldnât find Carl, theyâd come after her.
After a momentâs hesitation, Leanne scrolled through her contacts to a number she hadnât dialed in ages. After her aunt Violet moved away, sheâd lost touch.
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Chapter 359
Violetâs voice came through the phone, surprised and warm, âLeanne?â
âItâs me,â Leanne replied, her tone cool but direct. âWe need to meet tomorrow.â
The next day after work, Leanne followed Violetâs directions to Thistlewick Alley in the Stonebridge Ashton District, a forgotten corner left behind by the rush of economic progress. The alley was a maze of narrow streets with exposed black wires crisscrossing above shabby, deteriorating buildings. The crumbling walls and rusty iron bars on windows, draped with colorful laundry, spoke of hard times.
The area was disordered, with unidentifiable puddles at the buildingâs base and dark, unwelcoming stairwells.
As she climbed to the fifth floor, it felt like every step was rattling the wafer-thin walls, noise from the neighboring apartments easily seeping in.
Moving from the well-off Golden Grove Manors to this dilapidated building was a stark downgrade.
Entering Violetâs apartment through an unlocked security door, Leanne was hit by a pungent smell of liniment. Despite the open windows, the stale air clung stubbornly to the modest space.
Violet, wiping down a TV stand, hurried over with a smile. âLeanne, you made it.â
She ushered Leanne in, bustling about to serve drinks and wash some freshly bought fruit, the scent of liniment following her.
Noticing Violetâs careful movements, Leanne asked, âYour back seems really bad you seen a doctor?â
âJust the usual strain. They told me to avoid heavy lifting and recommended phys therapy,â Violet replied with a tinge of bitterness. âBut who has money for that?â
Leanne cut to the chase, âCarl used my mom and dadâs house for a loan. Did you k about that?â
âWhat? He mortgaged the house? I knew he took out loans but had no idea heâdâ¦â Vio face was a mix of shock and sincerity, and Leanne found no deception there.
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