Chapter 4

Over the next few days, this bizarre trio completely treated my apartment as their own.

Martha ate snacks all day, leaving trash and crumbs all over the floor.

Tiffany directed Ethan to criticize my home decor daily.

"This vase is so tacky, throw it out."

"These curtains are too dark. Hire someone to replace them tomorrow."

They even started inviting their relatives over to tour my place.

On Thursday afternoon, I came home early from work. The moment I opened the door, the air was thick with smoke.

Seven or eight strangers were lounging in my living room, smoking and eating.

Tiffany was sitting right in the center of the sofa, casually tossing my Porsche key fob in her hand.

"See this? Porsche Panamera."

"Once I get my driver's license in a few days, this baby is mine."

A young girl with bleached hair looked at her with pure envy.

"You’re so lucky! Marrying Ethan means you get everything!"

"Of course!" Tiffany said proudly. "Ethan promised me. This apartment, the car, and the $150,000 cash—not a single thing will be missing."

I marched over and snatched my car keys right out of her hand.

"Who gave you permission to rummage through my bedroom?"

Tiffany gasped in shock, her face instantly darkening.

"Chloe, what's your problem? I just touched your key fob. Why are you being so petty?"

Ethan immediately rushed over, shielding Tiffany behind his back.

"Chloe, don’t cross the line! Tiffany is pregnant!"

"You barely drive this car anyway. What’s wrong with letting Tiffany practice with it?"

Martha chimed in too.

"Exactly! We’re family now. What’s yours is ours!"

"My grandbaby will be riding in this car to preschool in the future!"

I looked at this room full of shameless parasites.

"Get out," I said, pointing at the door.

"This is my home. Take your relatives and get out right now."

Feeling humiliated in front of his relatives, Ethan lost his temper.

"Chloe Bennett! Don't be ungrateful!"

"I've already promised Tiffany’s parents they can check out the place. They’re coming tomorrow!"

"If you ruin this for me, I won’t let you off easy!"

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Tiffany’s face lit up. "That must be my parents! They’re early!"

She pushed past me and ran to open the door.

Standing outside was indeed a well-dressed, middle-aged couple.

Tiffany’s parents.

They walked in, surveying the place like they were inspectors examining their territory.

Mr. Vance nodded in satisfaction. "The apartment is nice, and the location is great. But the decor is way too outdated. We’ll have to gut the place and remodel it."

Mrs. Vance walked straight up to me, looking down her nose.

"So, you’re the woman who sponsored Ethan?"

"We like this place. Make sure you pack up and move out by next week."

"Also, that $150,000 must be in my account by tomorrow morning. If we're short a single dollar, the wedding is off."

Ethan bowed and scraped beside them. "Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Vance. She has plenty of money. It’ll be ready tomorrow."

Looking at their ridiculous faces, I didn't lose my temper.

I simply pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Davis, are the lawsuit papers and the asset-freezing petition ready?"

"Excellent."

"Submit them to the court first thing tomorrow morning."