Chapter 69 Not My Husband
Jemima heard him–it sounded like he was calling someone to come up,
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In no time, the night shift property manager and a security guard arrived. Scott pointed at Julius, who was still clinging stubbornly to Jemima, and said, “This man doesn’t live here. Get him out.”
The manager hesitated, looking at Scott with uncertainty. “Mr. Sterling, please hold on a moment. I need to check something
It was nearly impossible for an outsider to slip into a resident’s home unnoticed.
After reviewing the surveillance footage, the property manager found himself in a tricky situation. “Mr. Stahl owns an apartment on the twentieth floor. According to the footage, he was on his way up but stopped at the thirteenth floor instead. It’s likely because either you or Ms, Willis pressed the button, making the elevator stop here by accident.”
If hat! He bought an apartment on the twentieth floor?
Jemima felt like her head was about to explode.
Is Julius really planning to stick around until the bitter end, refusing to let go no matter what?
Scott remained silent for a moment before turning back to the property manager. “Would you mind escorting him back to the twentieth floor?”
The request was reasonable, and given that it came from the billionaire who owned the penthouse, the property manager wasn’t about to refuse.
He immediately signaled the security guards to assist.
Julius, still on his knees, held onto Jemima tightly, his weight pressing down on her. His head rested in the crook of her neck. Just moments ago, he had been mumbling apologies, sobbing. Now, he was completely silent.
The two security guards moved in to lift him, but no matter how they tried, he wouldn’t budge. Even Jemima tried pulling at him, but it was useless. It was as if he intended to stay locked in this position, refusing to part from her.
Scott had had enough. Without hesitation, he reached in and pried Julius’s arms away, using sheer force to pull him off Jemima.
Julius‘ bloodshot eyes snapped open. “Scott Sterling!”
He struggled to his feet, staggering toward Scott as if to throw a punch. But in his drunken state, his aim was so poor that his fist swung wide, missing entirely. Scott didn’t even have to dodge.
The property manager quickly signaled the security guards to restrain him.
Julius shoved them off. “Get the hell away from me!”
“Mr. Stahl, please, let’s not make this worse,” the property manager said, his voice soft and composed. “You got off on the wrong floor. Let us take you back upstairs, all right?”
Julius scoffed. “Wrong floor? Who told you I made a mistake? She’s my wife!“.
The property manager was dumbfounded.
The two security guards exchanged bewildered looks.
A man from the penthouse ended up in a woman’s apartment on the thirteenth floor in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, another man from the twentieth floor accidentally stopped on the same floor and was now claiming she was his wife,
What a ridiculously complicated situation this was.
Scott’s voice was calmi but firm. “He’s talking nonsense. If you don’t handle this now, we’ll have to call the police.”
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Chapter 69 Not My Husband
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“You mean… he’s not Ms. Willis-“The property manager hesitated, unsure who to believe. He turned to Jemima. “Ms. Willis, is Mr. Stahl your husband?”
“No.” Jemima replied coldly. “Get him out of here.”
Julius stared at her in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes.
It was obvious to anyone that they all knew each other. But given the circumstances, it was clear that the twentieth–floor resident wasn’t in a state to be left alone. If something happened, the property management team would be held accountable.
The best solution was to send him back upstairs.
With that decision made, the property manager and the security guards forcefully dragged Julius toward the elevator. No matter how much he yelled and fought, they didn’t waver.
The elevator doors closed.
From inside, muffled pounding and furious shouts echoed through the hall.
As the
As the elevator ascended, the noise gradually faded.
Jemima let out a breath of relief before her expression quickly turned serious again.
If Julius was this determined, he’d be waiting for her in the parking lot every time she came home, giving her no chance to escape his desperate pleas.
But selling this place and moving somewhere else wasn’t an option.
Scott’s voice broke the silence. “I’m curious.. do you actually want to leave him or not?”
Jemima turned to look at him. His dark eyes were deep and unreadable, as if he were trying to figure something out. She didn’t know what exactly he was asking, but she answered honestly. “If I didn’t want to leave, I could’ve just ignored his affairs and stayed. But I chose divorce. Once I made that decision, there was no turning back.”
Scott gave a slight nod.
“For the next few days, stay at my place. Tell your friend not to visit for a while. Mr. Callen will take care of your meals. Focus on recovering first.”
“Stay at your place?” Jemima hesitated. It didn’t seem appropriate.
“Do you really want to keep dealing with this every day? Or do you have a better plan?”
She didn’t
Julius could block her, harass her, and wear her down. But Scott was someone Julius couldn’t control.
Maybe this was only a temporary solution, but it was still a solution. Right now, the priority was healing her leg–because if she couldn’t even walk properly, running away wouldn’t be an option.
