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“Can’t even afford a decent car, yet you’re sitting here having Christmas dinner with us?” they mocked me in front of the whole table. I simply set my glass down, looked straight at them, and said, “You should laugh a little quieter… because the building you live in belongs to me.”

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next time!”

I smiled slightly.

“You’ll see proof tomorrow.”

The following morning, at exactly eight o’clock, Daniel’s doorbell rang.

He opened the penthouse door wearing pajamas and froze.

I stood there beside the building manager and my attorney, who held an official notice folder in his hands.

Daniel’s face lost all color.

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