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    The old woman could immediately tell that the property here was incredibly expensive. Katelyn was still young, and yet she already owned not one, but two high-end mansions.


    If that were the case, the old woman thought, she’d have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life.


    Before Katelyn could respond, the old woman’s excitement overtook her.


    “You don’t need all these ces! Why not give one to your father? Our house in the vige is practically falling apart. I’ve wanted to rebuild it for years. With a ce like this, we’d never have to return to that old vige again.”


    Katelyn forced a smile, almost lost for words in front of such tant shamelessness. She leaned casually against the car and replied in a calm tone, “This house did belong to me once. It was a gift from the Bailey family. My name is still listed as the legal owner.”


    The property had been a present for her eighteenth birthday, and she had personally designed all the interior decorations. It had been a project she poured her heart into. However, after the truth about her identity came out, the Bailey couple took it back and gave it to Lise. The ownership just hadn’t been formally transferred yet.


    “Lise is the one living in that house now. If you manage to get it back from her, I’ll make sure it’s transferred to you.”


    Both the old woman and the man lit up with excitement. Their eyes gleamed with greed. A house worth tens of millions of dors felt like an unbelievable stroke of luck.


    The man couldn’t contain his grin as he turned to Katelyn for confirmation. “Are you serious? If we manage to move in, the house will be ours?”


    “Absolutely,” she replied calmly. “The house is still under my name, so I have every right to decide what to do with it.”


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    After a pause, she added, “But just so you know, Lise isn’t someone you can easily handle. Whether you even step inside the house will depend entirely on what you’re capable of.”


    The old woman rolled up her sleeves and sneered. “She’s just a young girl. How hard can it be?”


    Katelyn’s eyes turned icy as she watched the woman’s boldness. “Best of luck,” she said, before getting into her car and driving away.


    From that point on, whatever happened was no longer her concern. They were now Lise’s problem.


    Although she drove off, she didn’t go far. At the next intersection, she turned the wheel and parked a little further down the street. She pulled out a pair of binocrs, ready to enjoy the scene that was about to unfold. She was curious to see how Lise would handle these two troublemakers.


    The old woman began shouting loudly, repeatedly pressing the doorbell.


    “Open up! Open the door!”


    Her sudden yelling startled Lise, who was in the middle of applying a facial mask. She frowned in confusion, wondering who would be knocking at this hour.


    “Who’s there?” she called out, clearly irritated.<fn9c63> Newest update provided by F?nd-Novel</fn9c63>


    The old woman ignored her question and pounded on the door even harder. “I said, open this damned door!”


    Reluctantly, Lise walked over to see who it was. The moment she recognized them and tried to close the door, it was already toote.


    The man quickly reached out and held the door open, ring at Lise with frustration. “What’s your problem?”


    Still furious from dealing with them earlier in the day, Lise growled through clenched teeth, “What are you doing here?” She had sent them to stir up trouble for Katelyn, so what were they doing here at her ce?


    The old woman ced her hands on her hips and said with a smug tone, “This house is ours now. Get the hell out!”


    For a moment, Lise wondered if she had misheard them. She let out a mockingugh and replied, “Have you gone insane? This is my house, and you want me to leave and give it to you?”


    The old woman spat on the ground and countered, “This ce isn’t yours. Katelyn said she’d give it to us if we can make you leave. So get lost, or you’ll regret it!”


    Lise’s expression grew grim. That damn Katelyn had figured out a way to turn the tables on her.


    “Leave right now, or I’m calling security,” Lise warned.


    The old woman scoffed, “Stop pretending. You don’t own this ce!”


    With that, she reached out and grabbed Lise’s wrist.


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