Chapter 7 - Vanessa Is Ordered Out Of The Suburban Mansion Instantly
“Get out of my house,” I commanded, pointing my finger directly toward the massive mahogany double front doors.
Vanessa’s eyes widened in genuine shock, as if she genuinely believed her social status rendered her untouchable.
“You cannot evict me! My name is on the interior design contracts, and we share joint residency here!” she screamed.
“I don't care about the contracts, the furniture, or the merger with your father’s corporate syndicate,” I growled fiercely.
“If you are still breathing air inside my property lines when I count to ten, I will call the county sheriff.”
Vanessa grabbed her designer leather handbag off the foyer table, clutching it like a shield against my mounting anger.
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“You will regret this, Daniel! My family will sue you into bankruptcy before the sun comes up tomorrow!” she spat out.
She turned on her high heels and stormed out the front entrance, slamming the heavy wooden door hard behind her.
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