On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 112

When the property manager saw it was Jessica again, he assumed she was looking for trouble and refused to help.

He stood beside her, arrogant and dismissive. "We're not touching that. For all we know, you're a burglar. We already got in trouble for letting you squat here for a few days. Are you trying to pull the same stunt again?"

Jessica pulled up the digital title deed on her phone. "This is my property."

The manager chuckled. "Anything can be faked these days, especially a digital document."

"So you're saying you won't help me get rid of this stuff, is that right?" Jessica asked.

He looked down his nose at her. "That's right."

"Fine," she said. "Then I'm telling you now, I will be filing a formal complaint."

The manager just scoffed, clearly intending to stand there and watch her struggle with the hundred-pound cans of paint. He wanted to see her humiliate herself.

Just then, a black SUV pulled up. The door opened, and George stepped out. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he strode over with a commanding presence and stood in front of Jessica.

His sharp gaze swept over the property manager. "What's going on?"

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