Freeloading Intern Forgot I Owned the Place

Felix's post attracted plenty of comments from his friends.

"What? This is amazing! You bought such a massive apartment right after graduation?"

"What a winner in life! I'm so jealous of you!"

Even our colleagues at the company left comments under his post, and Felix made sure to reply to every single one of them, pretending to be humble while bragging even more.

"It's really nothing. I just saved up enough with tons of overtime work, having a passive side income, and slowly saving up over time. Let's all continue working hard!"

He never once mentioned that the apartment actually belonged to me.

Anger burned in my chest. However, I forced myself to keep calm. I knew that I couldn't afford to make any rash decisions at this time.

If I called him now and demanded an explanation for all this or kicked them out of my place, he would at most just feel a little embarrassed, and that was about it. Maybe he just had to pay a few thousand bucks for all the damages caused.

But he could definitely and easily play the victim afterward and act aggrieved online, claiming that he was simply confused and had no idea he was doing anything wrong. In fact, he could even turn the tide against me and accuse me of being selfish.

For all I knew, he could say, "I'm only just borrowing your place to stay in for a few days! Why are you being so petty and selfish, you stingy bastard?"

And then, he could always go back to the office and put on his innocent act at work, gaining sympathy from the colleagues as he badmouthed me at the company and claimed that I was a heartless person who picked on interns.

That would be going too easy on him.

I just silently took screenshots of everything, including his Instagram posts, stories, comments and replies, surveillance footage, and chat history, then filed them away under a special folder. I even recorded his exact words when he asked to stay at my place and mine when I refused, and stored them away on my phone.

The evidence was sufficient.

However, I never expected that Felix would completely disregard the consequences of his actions and allow his family members to continue escalating their horrible behavior.

That very night, his mother turned my expensive custom-made kitchen cabinets into her storage space. She stuffed them full of pickle jars and old lunchboxes, leaving the shelves all covered in grease.

She also took out all of my imported fruits, seafood, and treasured liquor from my refrigerator and left all the uneaten portions on the dining table to spoil and stink up the whole place.

Meanwhile, Felix's dad kept smoking in the living room, flicking the ashes and cigarette butts onto my pristine white wool carpet. He even smashed a ceramic teapot on my coffee table, muttering, "What kind of useless junk is this? It breaks as soon as you pick it up."

His sister was even more outrageous. She barged into my master bedroom, found my safe under my bedframe, and ransacked the cash and jewelry box inside.

She stuffed her pockets full of jewelry and even took out all my expensive skincare products from my dressing table and smashed the glass jars and bottles all over the floor.

When Felix found out about this, instead of scolding her, he went up to her, picked out a diamond necklace, put it around his neck, and took a selfie of himself in the mirror. Then, he posted it on his Instagram story.

"Gotta dress up elegantly even when I'm just staying home all day. Nothing special going on…"

I watched them through the surveillance camera footage, my anger nearly reaching its peak and overwhelming my reason, but I still managed to hold back.

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Over the next few days of the long Thanksgiving weekend, Felix and his family made themselves exceptionally comfortable and at home in my apartment. They spent their days cooking and chatting at home and even went out to visit scenic tourist spots at times before coming home to relax in the spacious apartment.

His parents bragged to everyone that Felix had bought a big apartment in the city, and his sister boasted to her friends about his booming career and how he owned a luxurious lakeview apartment at such a young age.

On the fourth night, the property manager messaged me, saying that Felix had brought several of his friends over for a party, with a total of seven or eight people.

They sang loudly, drank their hearts out, and played drinking games loudly and aggressively in the living room, making a complete mess out of the place.

Even worse, they had a barbecue on my balcony, and the aggressive smoke drew plenty of complaints from my neighbors. Some of my neighbors actually came to my door, but they were all rudely chased away.

I tapped into the surveillance footage again and saw my living room in a royal mess, with liquor bottles, empty chip bags, and soiled paper napkins strewn all over the place. There were also stains and scuffs everywhere.

Several young people sat around the barbecue grill they had set up on my balcony, grilling meat while being exceptionally loud and noisy, filling the air around them with thick smoke and not caring that the sparks from the fire were flying onto the carpet on the balcony.

Felix was standing in the middle of the group, wearing my designer jacket as he laughed and chatted merrily with a wine glass in his hand.