Chapter 6
One of the lawyers stepped forward quickly and addressed the police.
“Officer, I represent Miss Payne. The house in question was originally loaned to Mr. Jerry Rodgers by Miss Georgette Payne herself. It was Mr. Rodgers who then allowed the Hicks, the mother and daughter, to live there. So, Mr. Rodgers holds primary responsibility for what happened.”
Scanning the place, the lawyer added, “Since the property is now uninhabitable, we’ll be seeking compensation from him. And based on current market value, Mr. Rodgers will owe us three million dollars.”
As he spoke, he also handed over records of my chat history with Jerry to the officers as evidence.
After reviewing the information, the police took Jerry into custody.
Before leaving, he shot me a look and said coldly, “Georgette, how long are you planning to drag this out? It’s just a house. Is this really necessary?”
Yet I didn’t bother responding. At this point, I didn’t even think he deserved another word from me.
But seeing me ignore him only made his face darker with frustration.
Since my home was now completely unlivable, Mr. Hansen arranged for me to stay in the most luxurious hotel in the city.
That same evening, I received a call from Jerry’s father.
He had already heard what happened and had rushed back from out of town. I was the first person he came to see.
“Georgette, Jerry just made a mistake. He didn’t mean for things to go this far,” he said sincerely. “He’s a kind boy, he was simply misled by others. Please, just forgive him this
once.”
I gave him a polite smile and replied, “Mr. Rodgers, there’s no chance of me getting back together with Jerry.”
Then I picked up my phone and showed him something.
“This,” I said, holding the screen up, “is the motel room Jerry booked for me.”
His expression turned sour the moment he saw it.
He knew very well what kind of background I came from. I was a well–known heiress in the capital. My family’s assets were no secret to him.
And yet, his son had the audacity to book me a seven–bucks–per–night budget motel.
On top of that, my house was turned into a place filled with urns, and his son’s reaction had been nothing but dismissive and insulting.
He tried to explain, but I shook my head and said coldly, “Mr. Rodgers, if you really have
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time to talk, maybe start by calculating the damages your son caused. That house is no longer livable. Your son destroyed it, and I expect full compensation. The amount is three million dollars, not a cent less. Otherwise, he can stay in jail for as long as it takes.”
There was a long silence before he gave a bitter smile and nodded. “All right, Georgette. I’ll pay.”
“After all,” he added awkwardly, “you and Jerry will eventually get married. As your future father–in–law, buying you a house is the least I can do.”
Yet I let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “No, Mr. Rodgers. This isn’t a wedding gift. It’s compensation. Don’t get it twisted.”
I then called Mr. Hansen and had him draw up a clear legal agreement. Everything was spelled out, down to the last detail. I even had Mr. Rodgers sign it.
His face was dark with frustration, but he had no choice but to comply.
He tried once more to convince me to reconsider marrying Jerry, but he could tell I wasn’t interested as I didn’t even pretend to listen.
Eventually, he gave up and said quietly, “I just hope the partnership between our companies doesn’t fall apart.”
After all, seventy percent of their family’s business relied on ours.
I smiled calmly and replied, “That’s something you’ll have to take up with my father. I don’t handle company affairs.”
Seeing that I wasn’t budging, he left with a face like stone.
But honestly, what did that have to do with me?
Jerry betrayed me. Of course, I was going to make him
pay.
What I didn’t expect, though, was that later that very night, after being released, he would call me directly.
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