Chapter 955
Chapter 955:
“Two minutes,” Fernanda reminded him, her voice calm but absolute.
Robert let out a bitter scoff and sank onto the sofa, arms crossed, feigning indifference.
As if she could actually throw him out. Not a chance.
The door swung open, and Leon strode in, flanked by a group of men. Robert’s stomach dropped.
He had been to Zero Degree before—he knew exactly who Leon was and what he did. But he hadn’t expected him to be working with Cristian.
Leon sank into an armchair, completely at ease. He glanced at
Fernanda smirked. “Boss, I came the second I got your message. What’s the plan? You want us to tear this place down?”
Fernanda’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Tear it down? Of course not. This is my mother’s house.”
Leon lit a cigarette, exhaling a lazy stream of smoke as he arched a brow. “Must be a pretty valuable place, then.”
Fernanda smirked again. “The house is fine. It’s the people inside that are the problem.” She crossed her arms, her tone light but edged with finality. “That’s why I called you—to help them find the door.”
Leon let out a low chuckle. “No problem. My guys will take care of it in no time.”
Robert hadn’t expected Leon to be so familiar with Fernanda. And just now—what had he called her? Boss?
Leon wasn’t working for Cristian—he was working for Fernanda?
The realization hit Robert like a punch to the gut.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺´ 𝘾𝒽𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎
Fernanda barely had to say a word. She met Leon’s gaze, and with a simple nod, he gestured to his men. They moved fast, charging up the stairs.
Within seconds, shouting erupted as Michelle, Erika, and the rest were dragged downstairs, their protests drowned out by the heavy thud of footsteps.
“Fernanda, this is abuse!” Erika shrieked. “I’ll take you to court for this!”
Fernanda smiled, unfazed. “Go ahead. But between me and your parents, I wonder who’ll end up rotting in jail first. By all means, sue.”
Erika trembled with fury, her face pale as if she might collapse.
Michelle placed a steadying hand on her back, a silent reassurance. They had already discussed this upstairs—there was no winning today. The best move was to leave quietly. After all, they still had other properties.
One by one, they dragged their packed suitcases downstairs. When Selma finally emerged, Fernanda snapped her fingers. “Open it,” she ordered. “Let’s see what she’s trying to take.”
Selma erupted, her voice sharp with outrage. “How dare you touch my things? These are mine! You have no right!”
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