Crises in Love novel Chapter 509

Hannah immediately pressed me for an answer, "Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

I pondered for a moment, then shook my head, "Only as a last resort. We can't use it unless absolutely necessary."

Hannah eyed me skeptically, trying to guess what I was thinking.

Our gazes locked for a second before I broke the silence, "Let's go with your plan for now. Since we've already set the trap for her, we might as well wait."

Hannah was getting impatient, "But Fidelia's got to go back soon. School's starting up again."

I reassured her with confidence, "If they've got mischief in mind, they won't be able to let go that easily. Maybe going back now is the pressure they need. Keep a close eye on Fidelia for the next couple of days. Maybe they'll try to make her do something else. We just need to be ready. You set someone to keep a close watch on the surveillance, and I think we need to keep an eye on the backyard, too. I'm not about to give them the stage for their drama."

At that, Hannah’s eyes lit up, and she flashed a mischievous grin, "Aaliyah, you've got it all wrong. If they want to play games, why not let them do it right under our watchful eyes?"

I looked at her sharply, and after a moment, I couldn't help but smile, "Spot on."

"I'll get someone on it. Find the right time to spruce up the backyard.” Hannah said with a devious smile.

"Let's do it tomorrow. I'll come up with a reason," I said, as we struck a perfect chord, "After that, all we can do is wait."

"You're right. So, let’s wait."

After dinner, on a whim, I took Monique, Probert, Fidelia, and Hannah to the backyard.

Hannah glanced at the bamboo leaf that had been wedged in the door, but it was gone.

This meant that those folks had been back here last night or today.

Hannah and I exchanged knowing looks. It seemed these people were planning to squat here.

Without showing my concern, I checked upstairs and downstairs again. Monique, acting every bit the lady of the house, followed me and after a full inspection, she remarked, "Why does someone seem to have lived here? How did they get in?"

I nodded in mock approval, "You're spot on, sweetheart. It does look like we've had visitors."

"We should call the cops. This is breaking." Monique declared indignantly, her spirit undeniably fiery.