Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 326

The locksmith eyed Jaylan warily, his voice quivering with trepidation, "Excuse me, sir, might I ask if you have the deed to this house? You claim it's yours, so you'll need to show me the deed. Once I see it,

even if there's trouble inside, I'll get this door open for you!"

Jaylan's brow furrowed as he shot the locksmith a frigid glare, a spark of anger in his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle in relief secretly. Lucky for me, I was prepared.

Without a word, I rummaged through my bag and produced the deed to the house. Flipping it open for the locksmith to see, I said, "Here's his house deed, and I'm his wife!"

The onlookers crowded in to glimpse the document before I snapped it shut with a decisive flick.

Turning to the locksmith, I said sweetly, "Go on, open it. Don't worry about what's inside; that's not on you."

Oakley nodded eagerly, smiling, "Ah, that's great! My lady, you're so considerate! We'd have been at a loss without that document!"

The crowd murmured with surprise, clearly none had anticipated that I would carry the deed on me.

"Wow, talk about being prepared! There's gonna be more drama!"

Hannah shot me an approving glance and stealthily gave me a thumbs-up.

I allowed myself a sly smile, thinking that these little schemes were child's play. I knew that without solid evidence, there was no way to clarify the situation with Zora.

I had to clear her out thoroughly, to end any future trouble she might cause. No way was she coming back here.

This shameless bitch even claimed that this house was hers. Today, I'll make it clear whose house it really is.

Involving the cops wouldn't happen until a situation deemed it absolutely crucial. Because Zora hadn't yet tasted true misery, and I wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. Prison would be too kind for her! Not to mention the way she'd treated Evan, I wasn't about to let her off until I got to the bottom of it. This vengeance, I would claim for Evan!

Seeing the deed, the locksmith hesitated briefly, probably wanting to check Jaylan's ID. But one look at Jaylan's thunderous expression and he swallowed his questions, getting to work without another word. Inside, Zora's panicked protests were to no avail. In less than ten minutes, the lock was picked, and the locksmith pulled the door open.

Jaylan stormed in, only to find the dining table barricaded against the door by Zora.

Blinded by fury, Jaylan kicked the solid oak table with such force that it splintered on impact, his anger seemingly channeled into that single blow.

Zora and Clara went scared as they turned to face the lion-like wrath of Jaylan.

Jaylan, his face clouded with rage, advanced on Zora. I was certain that if the crowd hadn't been watching, he wouldn't have let her off the hook.

I followed him inside, and Clara shrank back at my approach.

"You have ten minutes to pack your stuff and get out," Jaylan barked at Zora, issuing his ultimatum.

Zora, her face ashen, shot a glance past Jaylan to me, then back at him, "You'll regret this!"

"Out!" he roared.

I turned to the prospective buyer, smiling warmly, "Please, feel free to look around. If you're interested, I'm willing to knock off an additional hundred thousand from my asking price and settle the paperwork immediately!"

Oakley's eyes sparkled with excitement as he slipped into professional mode, eagerly showing the house to the potential buyers.