Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Lana would often ask about Kevan when she lived with Larissa,

“Larissa why haven’t I seen you going on dates with Mr. Rogers?”

“Why don’t you invite him to join us for a meal?”

“Maybe I should go back to my own room, so you can ask Mr. Rogers to come and hang out for a

while?”

The constant mention of Kevan made Larissa suspect that Lana had developed feelings for him.

She wasn’t Kevan’s real girlfriend, and Lana had unilaterally broken up with Lucas. Neither Lana nor

Kevan were officially in a committed relationship, so it shouldn’t be a big deal even Lana really liked

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Kevan.

But the problem was that Lana didn’t seem to care that Kevan was Larissa’s “boyfriend‘ and kept

talking about him and bringing him up in conversations. That annoyed Larissa slightly.

50. Larissa deliberately said, “Yes, you will” And Lana’s expression quickly tumed gloomy. “You

prioritize romance over sisterhood!” She hall–accused Larissa in a joking manner,

“Yeah, you’re right,” Larissa replied calmly.

It had been hall a month since the house was listed with the real estate agency, and Larissa finally

received a call from them.

“Ms. Seymour, did you rent out the house by yourself? The real estate agent, who had previously

assisted her, sounded angry and showed no signs of the previous warmth and politeness.

Larissa was confused. “No, I entrusted everything to you, didnt 17”

She didn’t even war to step foot in that house anymore. If it weren’t for the large furniture Items that

had nowhere to go and couldn’t be moved. she would have sold the house long ago.

“Stop with the lies!‘ the agent sneered. “I brought some people to look at the house today and lound out

that someone was already living there! They told me that the house was rented to them by the owner!

And you are the owner of the house, right?”

Larissa became even more bewildered upon hearing that “Yes, I’m the owner, but I didn’t rent it out.”

Since the agent didn’t believe her. she added, “I go and check it out tomorrow, and I. delinitely give you

an explanation.”

The next day. Larissa went to the house after she linished work. She used her key, only to discover that

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it wouldn’t lit into the lock. Just as she was wondering why, someone opened the door from inside, and

a tall middle–aged man appeared. He looked at Larissa cautiously and asked in an unfriendly manner.

“Who are you?”

The agent was right there was indeed someone Iving in the house. But she didn’t recognize this person

and hadn’t seen him before. 50, She straightened her posture and replied confidently. “I’m the owner of

this house, and who are you?”

“You said you’re the owner, but do you have any evidence? the man asked, narrowing his eyes

suspiciously. Larissa pulled out the prepared copy of the property deed and her own card. Then, she

handed them to the man, “Here, the evidence.”

The man scrutinized the property deed and 10 card meticulously, but instead of believing her, he began

to accuse her, exclaiming, ‘Look at you! You’re so young and well–dressed, yel you’re involved in

fraudulent activities! Did you forge the property deed? Honey, call the police!”