A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 495

"Wrong," Tanya corrected, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "They have money. A lot more than I do." As the thug stared blankly, she pointed a finger at the house itself.

"The Foster family home might not be massive, but it's more than enough to cover the debt." It was a prime piece of real estate in Vistapeak City, complete with a private courtyard. It would fetch a small fortune on the market, or at the very least, they could take out a hefty bank loan against it.

She had intentionally raised her voice. Not only did the bald thug hear her, but Silas and Sheila caught every single word.

Before the thug could respond, Silas exploded. He shoved his head out the window and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"You ungrateful little bitch! If you sell this house, where the hell are we supposed to live?! You heartless traitor! Your mother and I worked our fingers to the bone to put you through college, and this is how you repay us?!"

Finally, her dirty laundry was being aired out to someone other than Elissa. And of all people, it had to be Rex.

As for the neighbors, Tanya couldn't care less; it wasn't the first time they'd had an audience. Acting as if she hadn't heard a thing, she looked back at the bald thug. "It's a solid suggestion, don't you think?"

"Miss Foster..." The thug had actually considered this route. But the family had sworn up and down that Tanya would easily cover it. Besides, forcing the Fosters to sell their house was going to be an absolute nightmare.

Tanya knew this perfectly well. Reaching into her designer handbag, she effortlessly fished out a business card and handed it over. Her red lips curled into a crisp, highly professional smile.

"I reviewed the loan agreement; it is entirely legally binding. If the Foster family refuses to cooperate with the sale of the house, you are welcome to contact me at any time. Here is my card."

Without waiting for his reply, she smoothly slipped the card into the breast pocket of his polo shirt.

Rex watched her turn and stride away. Before following her, he shot the bald man a dark look. "Don't call her. Call me."

With a fluid motion, he produced his own business card out of nowhere and tucked it right next to Tanya's.

"So what exactly is your plan?" Tanya smiled at Sheila, looking genuinely curious. "You have no cash, and you refuse to sell the house. How exactly is Toby going to pay off the debts he racked up from his drinking, gambling, and whoring?"

"Tanya..." Sheila looked at her with desperate, pleading eyes. "Do you... do you really not have any money?"

Tanya answered instantly, her voice like steel. "No."

"Then..." Sheila darted a calculating look at the handsome, sharply dressed man standing beside her. She wrung her hands nervously. "Could you... could you maybe ask your boyfriend to front us the cash?"

She forced herself to look directly at Rex. "Please? I swear it's just this once. We will never bother you again. When you two get married, our family won't ask for a single thing—no wedding fund, no property, nothing..."

Listening to her, Tanya suddenly let out a sharp, uncontrollable laugh. Her voice was pure ice as she shattered the delusion. "Sheila, what kind of sick fantasy are you living in?"