The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 533
“What do you mean by that, old man? What do you mean it's theirs? I'm warning you, I've consulted with a lawyer, and if we take this to court, the contract you signed will not count! After all, the real estate certificate is ours! ” Sandrilla said in a panic.
'It seems like they've been fighting about this matter for quite some time now.'
Gerald thought to himself.
Earlier, when he called Mr. Winters, he felt that Mr. Winters was in a bad mood.
It turns out they were fighting.
Even if the estate belonged to the Crawford family, why would Gerald even fight with them for it?
“Again, didn't Gerald win the lottery? Why does he care about this house! And I don't know where I lost the house key to the padlock!” Sandrilla continued, furious.
“Hmph!” Mr. Winters grumbled as he picked up a large rock from the ground.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Sandrilla asked as she stepped back anxiously.
Mr Winters then stormed towards the door and smashed the key with a stone.
He then pulled out a new key from his pocket.
“Gerald, with this padlock, the three of them will not dare to take turns changing your home padlock. Enough of this mess. Let's go inside and clean up later. Come to my house for dinner; your aunt is cooking a party for you.” said Mr. Winters.
"Well fine then!"
Gerald took the key and forced a smile. Apparently, the two brothers-in-law were not the first to lock the door of his house. The first and third sisters-in-law were also involved.
Gerald saw how gloomy and hopeless the situation was and could only force a grin.
Sandrilla's face turned red. She cried as she ran back home to call.
After Gerald tidied up his house, he headed to Mr. Winter for dinner.
He was greeted by several shiny new cars parked in front of Mr.'s house. Winters. The most handsome among the group was the black Passat.
They were all just bought.
In previous years, they usually held many such big parties and events, but this year, everything is different.
As Gerald walked into the house, he heard someone pounding on the table loudly.
"Why?! It is our home, and by what authority should we give it to them?”
“Yes, Mom, I heard this time they will destroy some houses, and to reimburse the cost of demolition, each house will receive tens of thousands of dollars. They started to improve the road, and since our house was on a mountain slope, they might even turn this place into a tourist attraction, or even a movie base! After this, our house will be worth a lot of money! The money!" Francis Winters exclaimed with gusto.
“Ya, yes! My mother, a friend of mine, has invested in the tourism sector in her city. After his house was destroyed, he was able to buy two houses!” queeny Winters.
"That too! The Gerald family has taken so much advantage of us; moreover, he has already won the lottery worth hundreds of thousands of dollars!”
The eldest brother clenched his fists furiously on the table and frowned.
“Let's wait until tomorrow. I'll find someone to get that house back.”
“Sister, what makes you think that only you can do that? Not that I have no connection at all!”
"I know! I have connections too, you know! Plus, if you get back the house, doesn't that mean the house will be on your behalf afterward?”
The whole family began to fall into a chaotic quarrel.
At this point, Gerald could not stand on the sidelines and eavesdrop any longer, so he walked in.
“Everything, stop fighting! If you really want this house, take it!” said Gerald.
“Gerald, this has nothing to do with you, so stop that shit. It doesn't matter to whom you want to hand over the house; the house still belongs to your family!” Mr. Winters said coldly.
Gerald, on the other hand, was fed up with the drama.
"Hmph, since Gerald said it himself, you don't have to worry about that, old man!"
The brother-in-law chimed in haughtily.
As for Queenie, Francis, and the others …