The Imposter Living in My Mansion

Summary

I quickly dialed 911. The reason? I had just returned home from a month-long trip to the Maldives only to encounter an infuriating scene. Previously, the housekeeper, without my permission, had brought her daughter to live in the house. At the time, she swore the mother and daughter would only stay in the staff quarters, so I didn’t press the issue further. Until that day, a lease agreement on the living room table caught my eye. Beside it was a glaring sticky note that read: “Shameless, living in my house for so long for free. Starting next month, I’m collecting rent, twenty thousand a month, six months deposit, three months upfront!” I was holding the contract, about to confront the housekeeper, when her daughter, arms crossed, rolled her eyes at me disdainfully. She preemptively questioned, “You’ve lived here for so long, have you paid a single penny in rent? Now I’m just claiming what’s rightfully mine. What right do you have to complain?” Her twisted words made me laugh in anger. It seemed I couldn’t let them get away with this without teaching them a lesson.