Stumped, the leader felt rather confused.
On the contrary, the man who dropped the chair realized something and chuckled, "Sir, is Miss Jenkins your girlfriend? Did you guys fight? Is she moving out? My girlfriend was like this too when she's upset with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was smacked by the leader. "Shut up. Don't talk nonsense."
However, Sam did not deny it but asked, "How much is it?"
"Sir, we didn't exactly move anything. We shouldn't accept the money."
"I can't let you guys come here for nothing. Besides, this isn't free money."
"What do you mean?"
Sam looked at him with a solemn face. After a moment, he said, "I'll give you the money. I don't care what excuse you come up with; just tell her you can't move her things."
The leader finally understood Sam's intentions. His cousin was probably right; he had quarreled with Miss Jenkins.
She sounded very young, and Sam was probably just a little older than her. Besides that, the room was full of a girl's stuff, yet there was no girl in sight when Sam opened the door. It was most likely they had fought.
In the end, the movers took the money and left.
After Olivia returned to her empty home, she sat down on the carpet and zoned out.
As she had been living at Sam's place lately, she moved most of her things over. But now that she thought about it, she found it ridiculous.
They were nothing more than a fake couple. How could she have been so insane to move her belongings to his home? For convenience? How was she so sure that they would live together?
As long as she was not with him, then he might get a girlfriend.
As the thought crossed her mind, Olivia felt depressed. She cupped her cheeks and sighed, "Why did I move so much stuff to his place? No matter, the movers will bring them over soon. Blame Sam. How can his home be so empty?! It's not like he's poor!"
Olivia's anger grew the more she thought about it.
After condemning Sam for some time, she grew tired and fell asleep on the carpet. Later, she was woken up by a call.
She fished for her phone, still half-asleep.
"Is this Miss Jenkins? We are from the moving company. The van broke down on the way, and it's still under repair, so we won't be able to move your belongings for the next two days."
Olivia was still somewhat bleary at first, but as soon as she heard what the movers said, she immediately sat up.
"What? The van is still being fixed?"
"Uh, yes."
"Shouldn't you guys send someone else then? Does your company only have one van?"
"I'm really sorry, Miss Jenkins. We're the only ones available today. If you're okay with it, we'll postpone your shipment to a few days. How about that?"
Postpone to a few days?
In an instant, Olivia became upset. "I asked for today. Couldn't you guys have told me sooner? I've waited so long only for you to tell me you can't move my things. Am I supposed to just let it slide? Also, if you don't move my things, where am I going to sleep tonight? Do you guys provide accommodation?"
Olivia's words rendered the movers speechless. All they could do was apologize.
"Forget it. I don't want to hear any more apologies. You guys are the worst moving company I've ever
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