Chapter 96

I nodded, "Alright, you get some rest here. I'm gonna head to my room and lie down for a bit. Feeling kinda tired."

Once I got back to my room, I lay down on the soft bed, closed my eyes, and surprisingly fell into a deep sleep.

Who would've thought I'd dream of Elora again? This time, it wasn't the scene of her jumping off the building, but right before she jumped. I saw her standing at the edge of the rooftop, turning back to give me a gentle smile.

The image sent chills down my spine, and I woke up with a scream.

Just then, Savannah came in, looking at me with concern. "Ms. Sharp, are you okay?"

I shook my head wearily, "Just had a nightmare."

Savannah stayed by my side, comforting me. Her presence did make me feel a lot better. Then I asked, "Could you make me some porridge?"

I hadn't eaten all day, and I was starting to feel a bit hungry.

Savannah agreed without hesitation and went downstairs to the kitchen to make the porridge.

As I sat on the bed trying to calm down, I suddenly heard a loud sound of glass shattering.

I jumped in fright and screamed. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the window next to me had been broken by someone.

My cat was startled too and quickly ran away.

On the floor of my room lay a large rock. It seemed someone had thrown it to break my window.

Who would do such a thing? Was someone trying to get back at me?

Savannah heard the noise and rushed upstairs, seeing the broken glass.

She comforted me first, then immediately jumped out of the second-floor window to catch whoever had thrown the rock.

I watched her jump down, unsure if the shock from the broken glass or her jumping out the window was greater.

A moment later, she hurried back and shook her head at me. "Sorry, Ms. Sharp, I couldn't catch the person who broke the glass."

I shook my head, "It's alright. With all the negative attention online, it might be someone trying to get back at me."

"And please, don't jump out of the second-floor window again. It's really dangerous, and it scares me."

Savannah paused, scratching her head with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Ms. Sharp, I'm just used to it."

I wondered where Royce had found someone with such a quirky yet endearing personality.

After finishing the porridge Savannah made, I stopped her from cleaning up. "Leave it. Come with me to the property management office."

Savannah didn't quite understand but followed me anyway.

We went to the property management office in the neighborhood.

The people in the office had mixed expressions when they saw me, knowing the commotion I'd caused recently.

I stood in the middle of the office and demanded, "Where's the manager? Get the manager out here!" I said calmly.

No one responded for a while. Eventually, a woman glanced at me and asked, "What do you need the manager for?"

I didn't even look at her. "You're not qualified to talk to me. Get the manager."

"You..." The woman glared at me angrily.

"Think you're all that because you have money? Stealing someone's child and driving them to jump off a building. The law will catch up with people like you eventually," she muttered.

Hearing this, I walked up to her, looking down at her. "Say that again."

The woman looked up at me defiantly. "What if I do? Am I not telling the truth?"

I smirked and nodded, then turned to Savannah. "Hand me your phone."

Savannah handed me her phone, and I dialed the police right in front of the woman.

"Hello, police? Someone is slandering me to my face. I'd like to report it."

The woman's face changed, clearly not expecting me to actually call the police.

"Yes, please come over," I said, glancing at the woman's name tag, which read Emma Kate.

"Yes, the person slandering me is named Emma. There are cameras in the office. Alright, I'll wait for you."

Emma was now completely panicked. She didn't know if what she said was true, but seeing my serious attitude about calling the police, she was visibly scared.

The people around, seeing that I had really called the police, started to get uneasy. Some of Emma's male colleagues, who had a crush on her, couldn't sit still. "Come on, you don't have to do this. She just said something offhand. Do you really need to call the police?"

"Can't you take a joke? You're really no fun."

I sneered at the man who spoke first. "Alright, then I'll say you have erectile dysfunction."

The man froze, his face turning red as he tried to defend himself. I smiled brightly. "Sorry, just kidding."

He stared at me, dumbfounded, while I continued coldly, "Now you know how it feels to be slandered. Was my joke funny to you?"

"I'll ask one more time, where is the manager?"

Sensing that I wasn't easy to deal with, one of the men quietly went upstairs and brought the property manager down.

The property manager was a bald, overweight man in his late 30s, with a noticeable beer belly.

He looked at me with an arrogant tone, "What's the matter?"

"How does your property management work? Someone broke into my house and smashed my window, and you didn't even know? No solution, no one came to find me. Are you even doing your job? Is my annual property fee just for you to sit around and do nothing?"

I looked at the property manager, not holding back.

The manager frowned, glaring at me. "Miss, you can't talk like that. Considering the things you've done, it's already pretty good that we didn't stop you."

I sneered, "What have I done? Emma just slandered me, and I've already called the police. Do you want to slander me too? Perfect, the police can take both of you away when they get here."

The manager looked at Emma, who was now teary-eyed and looking at him pitifully. "Manager, she really called the police."

"Miss, can't we talk this out? Why call the police?"

"Besides, we didn't know. What's wrong with saying a few words?"

I sneered, "You didn't watch our company's press conference? Didn't see the clarification? Are your eyes just for blinking, not seeing?"

"Miss, please speak respectfully. We serve the residents here. You should show some respect."

"Fine, then give me an explanation. Why was my window smashed? Why did you let a stranger in?"

The manager scoffed, "So many people come and go every day. How can we keep track?"

I looked at him, "Is this how you ensure the safety of the neighborhood? Is this how you serve us? Fine, that's what you said."