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?!”

Lizetta the once–over with a look of utter disdain, as if she was staring

things about Lizetta was off–limits Yolanda lost it and grabbed

lacking any sense of critical thinking? Blaming the victim – you’re so ‘enlightened‘, aren’t you? Come

helplessly, getting scared

Someone’s gonna

then the landlord suddenly played the victim. Yolanda snorted

Today you’re gonna witness some

boxing champ, unbeatable across the city! If you hit her, at the very least

you? Lucky for you, you were a minor then

turned around,

she really

“Let go! I’ve got to teach her a lesson today. If anything happens, they will have my

usually not easy to fool, but she had just seen some

swallowed hard, standing her

can’t scare me! It’s my house, and I won’t rent if I don’t

? P &

signed, within the lease term, you

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

slightly behind his glasses, and then addressed the landlord, “I’m their lawyer,

composed and meticulous aura shared by

early. Go downstairs. After I’ve knocked some sense into

were speechless. Hogan