My Fiancée’s Secretary Turned My Wedding Room Into A Columbarium, I Took Revenge

The voice on the other end of the line infuriated me.

My own house had been converted into a columbarium and Maxine had booked me into a 6.96-dollar youth hostel and even told me to check out early the next morning.

“Tell Maxine to come back immediately. Also, I’ll call the police. She must give me an explanation for how my house was messed up!” I said coldly.

“Also, I’ll notify the property management! Throw everything out!”

As soon as I finished speaking, the man’s voice on the other end of the line rang out.

“Dwight, I’m warning you. My father has a heart condition. If you dare mess around and make him sick, I’ll have Maxine deal with you!” The man’s voice on the other end was filled with anger.

My face turned cold when I heard this.

I hung up and called the property management.

I told them I was the owner of the house and that they needed to handle it. But what I didn’t expect was that the property management representative on the other end of the line said helplessly, “Mr. Hunt, a while ago, a man named Garth came to us with the property deed and claimed to be the owner!”

A hint of surprise crossed my face when I heard this.

After all, I had bought the house and even the deed was overseas; there was no other copy.

But the property management representative told me that someone had registered a copy of the deed with them.

“Mr. Hunt, the house is filled with smoke every day. We’ve contacted the owner, but he claims it’s his own house, so naturally, he has the final say! He still has the deed, so there’s nothing we can do!”

As I listened to the property management representative’s words on the phone, my face gradually grew colder.

I told the property management representative that I was the owner and that I had the deed.

At the same time, I quickly contacted my secretary overseas and asked him to immediately locate my property deed and send it to me.

After doing all this, I was ready to call the police, but before I could, Maxine called, “Dwight, what are you doing? I just lent my house to Garth’s father. He’s an old man and temporarily has nowhere to live. What’s wrong with him staying at your house? How long are you going to make a fuss over such a trivial matter? Didn’t I book a hotel for you?”

On the other end of the line, Maxine’s voice was filled with anger and scolding. “If you keep throwing that tantrum, I won’t tolerate you!”

As I listened to Maxine’s voice on the line, her face grew increasingly grim.

To her, this was a trivial matter.

My house had become a columbarium and she had booked me a room for $6.96 a night, which I even had to check out the next morning.

At that moment, I was furious.

I coldly said to Maxine, “Maxine, you’d better show up at my house right now, or you’ll face the consequences!”

After saying this, I hung up the phone.

I then called my mother, who was far away overseas. I told my mother everything. Listening to my complaints, she was incredibly angry on the other end of the phone.

“What is Maxine trying to do?”

My mother’s angry voice rang out from the other end of the line. “For all these years, I’ve taken care of the Hargraves Family’s business because she wanted to be my daughter-in-law. Since she doesn’t want to be my daughter-in-law, then our business with the Hargraves Family should be severed!”