Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 121

The rustling of objects echoed from the storage room, its interior devoid of a night light. I figured she

was either feeling her way in the dark or using the faint glow of her cell phone as she looked for what

she wanted.

After what felt like an eternity, Zora finally sneaked out of the room. As soon as her foot crossed the

threshold of the living room, I flipped on the overhead light from the switch on the small cabinet.

In an instant, the entire room was as bright as day.

Caught off guard by the sudden illumination, Zora instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes. It was

too late to retreat; she was busted on the spot.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Zora clung tighter to the object she held, pulling her arm away

from her eyes. Our gazes met unexpectedly, "…Madam…!"

Possibly alerted by the noise, Helga, wrapped in a robe, rushed out from one of the guest rooms on the

first floor.

Sitting on the couch, I fixed my sharp gaze on the flustered Zora and asked coolly, "What are you

doing?"

Zora stared back at me, swallowed nervously, and remained silent.

"You sneak into my house in the middle of night, as if it's your own. I must say, you're braver than I

thought," I said, my tone icy. "Zora, what would happen if I called the police?"

"Aaliyah, you can't scare me. I just came to get my stuff," Zora retorted, hardened by anger, her eyes

full of resentment.

I smirked at her, and curled my lip in disdain.

"Just retrieving your things? Breaking into someone's house in the middle of the night without

permission, that trespassing!" I spoke calmly, as if we were having a casual chat, "Don't forget, you've

been fired!"

"Even if you fired me, you should let me take my things, right?" Zora argued defiantly.

"Of course you can, but certainly not at this hour and not without permission!"

"Aaliyah, you don't have to play queen here. I worked here for eight years, even if I didn't achieve Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

much, I did work hard, right? You fired me just like that and had your husband beat me up. You think

just because you're rich, you can do whatever you want?"

She tried to play the victim, her expression one of outrage.

I smiled faintly, "After eight years, you clearly don't know me at all."

"Helga, call the police!" I commanded coldly, then turned to Zora, "I'll certainly give you a chance to

plead your case! You can discuss everything with the police."

"Sure thing!" Helga quickly responded before pulling out her phone to dial.

Zora's face paled instantly, and she instinctively moved the bag she was holding behind her.

"Hold on!" Jaylan's voice echoed from the upstairs landing.

I smirked. His timing was impeccable.

Helga halted her action, looking at me for further instruction.

Jaylan, dressed in his pajamas and eyes still heavy with sleep, descended the stairs. He glanced at

me, comfortably seated on the couch, before making his way over to sit beside me.

Zora's gaze flickered, shifting from me to Jaylan.

Jaylan looked at the panicked Zora, his expression stern and icy, "Why are you here in the middle of

the night? How did you get in?"

"I came to get my stuff." Zora answered, somewhat apprehensively.

"Well, I'd like to see what 'stuff' of yours you're here to get!" I fixed my eyes on the bag in her hand,

"Helga, get her bag!"

Helga stepped forward to take the bag from Zora, who immediately resisted and turned to Jaylan, "Sir,

these are my personal belongings, I need them for tomorrow! They're all underwear and cosmetics."

Cosmetics? A realization instantly hit me. She was indeed here to retrieve that drug. But the contents

of that bag had already been replaced by me.

Knowing her true purpose, I relaxed, leaning back into the couch, ready to watch the drama unfold. I

was curious to see how Jaylan would handle this.