Chapter 2

Gordon burst out laughing. "Showing a doctored image and thinking the estate is yours? I could Photoshop a receipt for the White House and claim it's mine too."

"You con artist just won't give up, will you? You won't believe it until I show you the proof, then you'll finally scram, right?"

A staff member, sensing Gordon's mood, brought out Willow Creek Manor's order information and projected it for everyone to see.

The order clearly stated: Purchaser, Blake Harrison!

My mind went blank. Every step of buying Willow Creek Manor was correct. The payment was deducted from my card.

How could someone else's name appear on the order now?

Then I remembered that two nights ago, Seraphina, who was usually cold and distant, uncharacteristically urged me to rest early.

Seeing my phone on the bedside table, Seraphina even deliberately put it away.

Seraphina knew my payment password. Was she encouraging me to sleep early just to change the payment details?

Damn it, that bitch!

I grabbed my phone and called Seraphina. Her voice on the other end was filled with annoyed impatience.

"I'm busy. Don't call me if it's not important. Not everyone is as idle as you, a jobless bum!"

"Seraphina, who gave you the guts to give away my Dad's estate? And why is Blake Harrison telling everyone he's your husband?"

Seraphina frantically hung up the call.

I knew Seraphina was completely panicking. After all, without my technical support, Seraphina's massive tech company was nothing but a house of cards.

Blake clearly realized the consequences too; his face turned ashen with fear.

I walked past Blake and headed straight for the luxury car behind him.

I found the owner's information inside, and Blake Harrison's name was prominently displayed.

That scumbag Seraphina truly spared no expense. She even gave Blake the Rolls-Royce I bought her when we got married.

Blake saw my actions and instantly regained his confidence.

"You pathetic loser, not content with trying to scam my estate, now you're eyeing my car too?"

I was so consumed by anger that I lost all sense of reason. I just wanted to clench my fists and punch him hard.

Blake, seeing my intent, immediately ducked behind the estate's security personnel.

"Look, everyone, the gold-digger couldn't scam his way in, so now he wants to resort to violence! Shameless!"

Gordon immediately rallied all the security guards, surrounding us.

"Damn it, I knew it! These two low-lifes are no good. Get these two bastards out of here before they dirty our estate."

Punches rained down on us from the security guards. I could only hold my dad close, shielding him.

Just then, a screech of tires pierced the air. I looked up.

Seraphina had parked her car and was frantically running towards us.

I expected a tearful apology, filled with remorse. Instead, I was met with a torrent of scathing accusations.

"Leo Sterling, you pathetic excuse for a man, how dare you cause trouble outside!"