Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 359

“Got a good look, did you?” The man in the jacket snatched the document back

aggressively.

“I did,” Leanne replied firmly. “This house was left to me by my parents, it was never Carl’s. His name isn’t on the deed, so your mortgage agreement with him isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.”

The man’s face, rough and pocked, was the very picture of a brute. “It’s invalid just because you say so? Well, we lent the money, and now Carl’s skipped town leaving debts behind. Since the house is your’s, it looks like you’ll have to pay up!”

“I have no legal obligation to cover for him,” Leanne countered coolly. “You should really be going after him to settle his debts.”

As she moved to close the door, the man slammed his hand against it, blocking it.

“Who said you could close this door?”

Leanne stepped back, creating some space between them, and warned, “Back off, or I’ll call the cops.”

These guys were seasoned at this kind of thing, dealing with private lending disputes casually, well aware that as long as they didn’t overstep the mark, the police wouldn’t bother.

taunted, “Go ahead and call them. Let all your neighbors find your family doesn’t pay their debts.

pulled out her phone and dialed

it’s late anyway. We’ll be back tomorrow. But don’t think about running;

his head, he signaled to his cohorts, and

her brow furrowed with worry that didn’t ease.

house and squandering their legacy. Now, these thugs expected her to cough up three million to cover his lazy hide? What

t how lly

easily. If they couldn’t find Carl, they’d

moment’s hesitation, Leanne scrolled through her contacts to a number she hadn’t dialed in ages.

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the phone, surprised and

tone cool but direct. “We need to meet tomorrow.”

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,

area was disordered, with unidentifiable puddles at the building’s base and dark, unwelcoming

the fifth floor, it felt like every step was rattling the wafer-thin walls, noise from the neighboring apartments