Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 585

Both of us looked up at the same time, our gaze drawn to the clamor coming from the Dawson residence.

Hannah, ever the instigator, didn’t hesitate to fling open the car door and hop out, and I found myself following suit.

The neighbors, who had been idly chatting below, scattered like birds at the sound of a gunshot, craning their necks to see the source of the commotion.

I hung back, leaning nonchalantly against the car, a smirk playing on my lips. This was the opening act of the Dawson father-son showdown, and I was all for the free entertainment.

The crowd swelled, people whispering and chuckling, pointing up at the chaotic display.

Soon enough, Hannah came bouncing back, grinning ear to ear, "You won't believe it, they chucked out a vibrator." she reported, laughing, "The neighbors are going nuts over it, snapping pics."

Suddenly, another object was hurled from the window, and the onlookers scattered to avoid getting hit.

The shouting from above grew more intense, the words more peppered with expletives that made even the most seasoned eavesdroppers blush.

Then, down came a high heel, arcing gracefully through the air before landing among the crowd. I recognized it immediately. It was the same pair Fannie had been wearing when she stormed upstairs.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the chaos, motioning to Hannah, "Let's roll. Stop wasting time here."

She flashed me a mischievous grin and hurriedly slid back into the car.

Despite the commotion, no one paid us any mind. Some of them knew me, and it would be quite an awkward scene if they spotted me in the midst of this spectacle.

As Hannah buckled up, she couldn't help but laugh, "Allie, you really know when to add fuel to the fire, don't you"

I secured my own seatbelt, teasing back, "That’s a golden opportunity to stir the pot. I couldn't pass it up."

Just as we were about to drive off, Jaylan emerged from the building, his cool demeanor slightly cracked, but still not giving the gawking crowd the satisfaction of his attention.

Hands in his pockets, he swaggered past the crowd, heading for the exit without so much as a sideways glance.