"Miss Wright, Mr. Williams has mortgaged this house and you can't go in."
The bodyguard said with an expressionless face.
Alisha just felt like she had been hit in the head.
"Miller mortgaged the villa? Why didn't I know that?"
Damn Miller, what's up again?
What right did he have to mortgage the villa without her consent!
The bouncer didn't talk to her either, just stood expressionlessly and wouldn't let her in.
Alisha was cold, hungry, smelled bad and was a mess.
She wrapped her jacket tighter around her body, shaking with anger.
Taking a deep breath, she took out her cell phone and dialed Miller's number.
The call was quickly answered.
She snarled, "Miller, what right do you have to mortgage the villa without my consent?"
Miller snorted coldly, "Alisha, I'm in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, if there's anything you want to say, let's talk face to face."
He was in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau?
Is it because you want to divorce yourself?
Alisha stared at the hung-up phone, her heart raging with depression.
She couldn't care less, waited half a day to call a car, and held a fire to go to the civil evidence bureau.
A car was parked in front of the Civil Identification Bureau.
In the car sat Miller and a pot-bellied Sia.
Upon seeing Alisha get out of the car in a state of disarray, the two got out as well.
Alisha was already disliked by the express driver because she stank so badly.
She also added money before the driver would pull her over.
Her heart was holding a fire, and she was even more furious when she saw Miller carefully helping Sia over.
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