Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 101

After Lizetta had breakfast and just got into her car, her phone rang – it was Yolanda.

She saw the news from the neighborhood chat group and was worried sick, so she asked

for leave from the set and bolted.

Lizetta met her at the café, and they’d barely exchanged a few words when the landlord called, sounding really ticked off, demanding Yolanda get back ASAP.

Lizetta went with Yolanda back to the apartment, only to find their stuff chucked outside, all haphazard and messy. And to top it off, the landlord refused to refund over four

months‘ worth of rent.

“The place nearly turned into a haunted house, and I let you off easy not suing your butts! Renting to people like you was like bad karma! Thinking of getting your rent back? Dream

on!”

The landlord was this hefty woman, nearly 200 pounds, hands on hips and looking fierce.

“What do you mean ‘people like us‘?”

Yolanda was fuming. She got the landlord being mad, and she came back all sincere, ready to talk it out, anything to sort things out.

But the landlord was being nasty and throwing insults – who could stand that?

“All spooked up, up to no good, causing a ruckus chasing men, and you still got the nerve to ask me?!”

once–over with a look of utter disdain, as if she was staring at something filthy.

her, but saying things about Lizetta was off–limits Yolanda lost it

of critical thinking? Blaming the victim – you’re so ‘enlightened‘,

and the landlord stumbled helplessly, getting scared and

Someone’s gonna murder me!”

committee to settle this, but then the landlord suddenly played the victim. Yolanda snorted and rolled

murder, is it? Today you’re gonna witness

unbeatable across the city! If you hit

you paralyzed for provoking you? Lucky for you, you were a

turned around, completely baffled.

really that badass?

grinning menacingly, “Let go! I’ve got to teach her a

seen some

standing her

It’s my house, and I won’t rent if I

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signed, within the lease term, you have

the stairwell. Lizetta turned to see Hogan, clad in a gray

and then addressed the landlord, “I’m their lawyer, Hogan White; here to deal

composed and meticulous aura shared by doctors and

fist, “You’re early. Go downstairs. After I’ve knocked some sense into her, you can come up and sort

were speechless. Hogan paused too, and then spoke to the