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?!”

of utter disdain, as

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

fricking brain–dead or just lacking any sense of critical thinking? Blaming the victim –

landlord stumbled helplessly, getting scared and collapsing on the stairs, wailing.

gonna murder

drag her to the neighborhood committee to settle this, but then the landlord suddenly played

murder, is it? Today you’re gonna witness

You’re the eight–time boxing champ, unbeatable

for you, you were a minor then and avoided a

around, completely baffled.

she really that badass?

grinning menacingly, “Let go! I’ve got to teach her a lesson today. If anything

to fool, but she had just seen some medals and trophies while packing up, which seemed like legit boxing stuff.

standing

my house, and I won’t rent if I don’t want

F S 5 ? P

term, you have no right to evict

echoed up the stairwell. Lizetta turned

behind his glasses, and then addressed the landlord, “I’m their lawyer, Hogan White; here to deal with this

composed and meticulous aura shared by doctors

Go downstairs. After

were speechless. Hogan paused too, and then spoke to