Other people might not have known, but they did, Ms. Hawthorn was the new owner of No. 1601. And anyone who could buy this house at three times the market price within a few hours, wasn't your average Joe.
On top of that, the manager had specifically told them not to reveal that Ms. Hawthorn was the owner. They could only say that the resident of No.1601 was a tenant. The manager kept emphasizing not to stir up trouble, so they chose to zip it.
At first, they didn't know Vivienne, but because she frequently came and went around the neighborhood, the security gradually recognized her.
And now Coral was calling Vivienne a thief?
The security immediately furrowed his brows. “You guys got it all wrong, right? Ms. Hawthorn is a tenant here.”
“What?” Coral’s eyes widened, she couldn’t believe what the security was saying, “Tenant?”
Arabella had known all along that the security would say this, so she just smirked without a word. The security nodded. "Yes."
"Are you kidding me? Tranquil Estates never rents out to outsiders, the people here are all high-profile, so how could they rent a house to someone like her? If anything goes wrong, who's gonna take responsibility?" Coral was fuming. She felt that she was born noble. She looked down on common folks, especially those from poor backgrounds like Vivienne. Living in the same neighborhood with a country bumpkin, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
The security's face changed. They were used to being looked down upon and even insulted by the rich folks living here. Only Vivienne and her family were always very polite to them. A few times, Mrs. Hawthorn had even brought them ice cream and cold water when the weather was hot. Although it wasn't worth much, it made them feel very comfortable. Hearing Coral's words, the security couldn't help but defend Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn's lease is in order. The fact that the owner is willing to rent the house to them shows that they trust Ms. Hawthorn's character. Ms. Lockwood, if there's nothing else, we gotta get back to work."
"No way!" Coral yelled. "She stole my mom's bracelet. You guys call the cops!"
The security was a bit helpless. Would someone who could afford to buy a house with such a large sum of money steal a bracelet?
"Do you have any evidence?" The security asked professionally.
"If I had evidence, why would I need you guys?" Coral snapped. “The people in this neighborhood have been living here for a long time, and only Vivienne just moved in. My mom’s bracelet went missing as soon as she moved in, so I have every reason to suspect her."
The security didn't know what to say. According to the rules, if the owner lost something, they should indeed help investigate. But Vivienne's identity was special, they couldn't reveal it, so they didn't know how to handle it.
The security looked at Vivienne. She was about to say something when someone said, "Coral, why aren't you home. What are you doing here?"
Coral saw who it was and immediately ran over excitedly, pointing at Vivienne and said, "Jaylan, she stole mom's bracelet, I want the security to call the cops, but they don't seem willing to do it."
"Oh? Really?" Jaylan, Coral’s brother, glanced at the security with a rather authoritative look.
The security was rigid. Jaylan was a big shot in Havenwood; as the captain of the police station, he was efficient and decisive. If they pissed him off, it would be a disaster.
Just when the security was at a loss, Jaylan's stern voice rang out. "If you stole something, you should be punished by the law."
With that, he said to the two people behind him, "Take her back for investigation."
Hearing this, Arabella grinned. Vivienne being caught stealing would definitely make headlines. From now on, Vivienne wouldn't pose any threat to her.
The two uniformed men next to Jaylan walked up to Vivienne and said sternly, "Please come with us."
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