Crises in Love novel Chapter 324

Outside the house, the scene was a whirlwind of activity. Neighbors, attracted by the commotion, had spilled out of their homes, leaving the common area as packed as a subway car during rush hour.

Standing defiantly at the wide-open doorway, with a spin mop clutched in her hand, was Zora. Her voice boomed with indignant rage, "Over my dead body will you sell this house! Who the heck do you think you are?"

She was decked out in a loud, form-fitting floral dress, her hair done up in a messy beehive that seemed to defy gravity. She must've skipped her morning makeup routine because her bare face shocked me, almost making me puke.

Her skin, usually covered in foundation, was now peppered with blemishes, just like a warty toad that had just hopped out of a fairy tale.

The moment she caught sight of Jaylan stepping out of the elevator, her instincts kicked in and she spun, about to dash back inside. But, remembering the prospective buyers at the door, she abruptly halted.

After a long moment with her back to us, she slowly turned around, fixing her gaze on Jaylan with eyes that seemed to plead for mercy. Her lips twitched as she struggled to speak, "You... what are you doing here?"

Jaylan's expression was stormy, his eyes as piercing and cold as a hawk's.

Behind Zora, Clara was nonchalantly eating a big, juicy apple. She watched the drama unfold with a smirk. As we approached, she straightened up and vanished inside the house.

"Jaylan!" Zora's voice took on a sickly-sweet tone, her eyes seeking sympathy.

The real estate agent, spotting Hannah as the person in charge, rushed over as if she were a lifeline. "Ms. Hannah, thank goodness you're here! This property has generated a lot of interest since it was listed. I've brought this gentleman to view the house, and he's ready to pay cash. But this lady," he gestured at Zora, "I don't know how she got in. She's been nothing but trouble, claiming the house is hers and being completely rude!"

Hannah, sharp as ever, gestured respectfully towards Jaylan, "Oakley, this gentleman is my boss, Mr. Dawson. He's the one who asked me to handle the sale."

Oakley immediately caught on and turned to Jaylan with utmost respect. "Mr. Dawson, don’t get me wrong, but do you indeed intend to sell this property?"

Before Zora could reach out to grab Jaylan, he stepped back, his gaze icy. With a single word, he made his intentions clear, "Yes!"