A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 8

She still had classes at 1.00 pm. But when she hurried out in the morning, she accidentally dropped two teaching materials.

"As much as I want to drive faster, the traffic sucks. It i s Christmas today, lady.”

It usually took only half an hour to cover the distance, but today it took 50 minutes, which just showed how terrible the traffic jam was.

Knowing that she was going to be late, Summer called Nancy Atkinson immediately, hoping that they could swap classes.

Nancy did not ask why but readily agreed. Summer could have a sigh of relief. Nancy’s class was at 3.00 p m, so she still had plenty of time.

When she arrived home and pushed open the door to the yard, she was puzzled when she saw a large group of people standing there. "Who are you all?"

A middle-aged man in his forties came up and looked at her. "Are you the former house owner here?"

"What do you mean by former house owner?" it startled Summer to hear that.

"Let me tell you. I am the owner of this house now. You are the ex-owner,” the middle-aged man said.

"What are you talking about? We didn't sell the house.

You must have made a mistake." "Take a look at this document, lady." The middle-aged man passed the document over to her.

She took the document in her hands. Her face crashed, turning pale as she read. She clenched the document with her fingers, as if she was about to tear i t apart.

Apparently, the document the man handed her was a deed with signatures of both the seller and the buyer, and the property had been paid for. The deed had been notarized and stamped.

Color faded from her face, but she remained composed. She knew that there was no point in arguing right now.

The only thing that she had to do was to accept reality.

"But we haven't found a place to stay. Could you please allow us a few more days?"

The only way was to buy more time so that she could figure out what to do next.

The middle-aged man took back the deed. "I am afraid

I can't, lady. We need a place to stay, too."

"Just one day-one day, okay?" Summer was almost pleading. "We haven't moved our belongings yet. How are you going to move in?"

"You have got to move out, no matter what. I am not going to sleep on the street tonight. Don't worry about us, lady. You should worry about where to put your stuff. I was going to call you just now when you came back."

While speaking, Summer saw a few employees of a moving company come out, carrying the bed in her room.

Where would she find a place to put these things, given such short notice?

Gritting her teeth, she begged the middle-aged man." You see, I really have nowhere to go. Would you please vacate a room for me to put my stuff first? I promise I will move out tomorrow, okay?"

Seeing her pathetic look, the middle-aged man gave i n. "Well, then. But you must move out tomorrow."

"Sure. Sure."

After packing up everything in the room, it was already three in the afternoon-time for class.

But Summer was not in the mood to check the time. Wiping the sweat off her forehead with anger boiling inside her, she dialed Amara's number.