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Chapter 159
Chapter 159
Tyrone grabbed the landline on the desk. “Get in here.”
Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat at the command. He scurried into the boss’s office, only to a dead cellphone lying on the ground, its screen dark and shattered.
Tyrone was standing by the window, his back to Jimmy, his tie discarded carelessly on the ground. Without turning around, he said, “Get me a new phone.”
Jimmy felt a chill go down his spine. The big man was on the warpath again.
“Sure, sure.” he stammered.
“Did you sort out that house at Harmony Retreat like I asked?”
Jimmy nodded vigorously,”All set.”
“The keys.”
“You’ll have them tomorrow.”
Tyrone turned slowly, “I want them, now.”
The cold and stern look in Tyrone’s eyes nearly brought Jimmy to his knees.
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Despite Tyrone’s composed exterior, those who knew him well understood the storm that was raging inside.
“Right away,” Jimmy quickly said. “I’ll bring them to you, right away.”
Once outside, Jimmy took a deep breath. Working for the boss was like waiting for a volcano to erupt, especially recently. It was like dealing with a relentless force of nature that refused to let up
Half an hour later, drenched in sweat, Jimmy handed the keys over to Tyrone.
“Get a renovation crew. I need them to start immediately,” Tyrone took the keys and demanded
Jimmy just nodded, “Yes.”
He didn’t know what Tyrone was planning, but he did know better than to ask questions.
The film crew had no scenes involving Quintessa for the entire day, and after rushing for several days, she was exhausted and planned to go home to rest for a day.
As Quintessa reached her apartment building, she let Manny go ahead while she carried her luggage upstairs alone.
However, stepping out of the elevator, she was met with the relentless drone of a power drill. The noise was so grating, it felt like it was boring straight into her forehead.
She thought the noise was coming from the Snows‘ place, but after a few steps, she realized that something was off. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
She hurriedly approached her door, only to find it ajar, with the buzzing sound of the electric drill indeed coming from her apartment.
Quintessa: Son of a–Burglars?
Chapter 159
Dropping her luggage, she kicked the door wide open and charged in.
With a loud bang, the door swing open, and everyone inside stopped to look towards the entrance.
Quintessa scanned the room, which was a chaos of disarray, and saw half a dozen workers who looked more like workers than thieves.
Her jaw clenched. “This is my place. Who let you in? Get out!”
The workers exchanged glances, confused.
“Miss, we’re just here to work,” one of them said. “Someone hired us to renovate, and that person is the homeowner who has the keys.”
Quintessa frowned, thinking Violet had paid the rent for a year, and it had only been a month. Even if she was to be evicted, a prior notice would have been required, something was definitely wrong here.
She demanded coldly, “Homeowner? Who is it, have him talk to me.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind her. “It’s me!”
Quintessa spun around, only to find a person standing behind her–and damn, it was someone she knew. With that arrogant face, who else could it be but that bastard Tyrone?
One of the workers behind her said, “Miss, this man is the homeowner. We’re all working for him.”
Quintessa glared coldly at Tyrone. “Get out, or I’m calling the cops.”