Say Goodbye to Vicious Neighbors!

It should be the workers...

"Son of a bitch, how dare you break into my apartment? I can't stand it anymore! I'll never make peace with you!" I coursed them in my heart.

The glass that fell almost killed me, and the bathroom even made me threw up. Let alone it was illegal to invade mye apartment...

If I could make peace with them, I must be out of my mind.

In fact, when I first saw the air conditioner units, I remembered I saw someone posted on TikTok how she made those people taste their own medicine.

However, what I encountered this time was much more disgusting than what she had encountered.

Just to install an iron door couldn't relieve the hatred in my heart.

Just as I was thinking about what to do next, I received a call from the worker, who would come to install the iron door for me.

I chose titanium alloy, the most expensive thing in their shop cost me 13 hundred for four square meters.

I didn't feel bad. Anyway, someone would pay for it in the end.

In addition, I also found a housekeeper to clean the bathroom for me. Otherwise, I couldn't live here at all.

The afternoon passed quietly.

It turned out that since Beatrice had made up her mind to violate my rights, she wouldn't make peace with me.

Not only did she not tear down the air conditioner units, but she also proudly showed the photos of her family going to the Disneyland.

In the owner group chat of the community.

She even mentioned me to see if the pictures looked good.

I looked at her greasy face and resisted the urge to scold her in the group chat.

I had to admit that Beatrice's husband, the lawyer was something indeed.

If I couldn't help but scold her in the group chat, I would be sued for insulting others in public.

If I were to be charged with instigating trouble, it would be enough to give me a hard time.

[Let's wait and see. The show is about to begin!] I replied silently in the group chat.

At this time, Beatrice might not have realized what would happen in her room if the iron sheet blocked the air conditioner units.

The temperature in California was 38 degrees Celsius, and there was no heat insulation on the top floor. It was definitely enough to give them a hard time.

Beatrice and her family came back at 9:30.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she knocked on my door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw her sweaty and greasy face.

She pointed at me and scolded, "Linda, what do you think you're doing?"

I put my hands on my hips and retorted, "Look at how absurd you are. I don't know what to say now."

When Beatrice heard my words, she was so angry that she wanted to hit me, but I took the initiative to stretch out my face.

"Come on! Slap it hard. I've already thought of how much money I should ask for it!"

Beatrice was so angry that her fat body was trembling.

"I'll beat you to death!"

As she spoke, she wanted to make a move, but her husband stopped her.

"No, honey! We don't have that much money to pay for it!"

Beatrice looked at me viciously and said, "You b**ch, there'll be a consequence! You'll definitely suffer from me!"

I ignored her and slammed the door shut.

Who did she think she was? I would teach her a lesson.