Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 218: Next Year Will Surely Be a Good Year

"I’m happy to be reasonable with reasonable people. But when I’m dealing with someone unreasonable like you, I can be even more unreasonable!"

Cecilia deliberately raised her voice so the gawkers outside could hear her clearly. "To every tenant in this industrial park who’s received a payment reminder: if you don’t pay all your outstanding fees in full by the deadline, you will face the same consequences as this company."

"I’d rather let the entire industrial park sit empty than rent to people who have no integrity and no respect for their agreements!"

No more words were necessary. The action she’d taken, and the fate of Elysian, were proof enough that Cecilia wasn’t joking. If the other companies still dared to withhold payment after this, they couldn’t blame her for what came next.

As she turned and walked out of the office, the people outside all lowered their heads, not daring to meet her gaze.

’That was terrifying. In the past, property management would just issue verbal reminders at most. Even at their sternest, they only threatened eviction. But forceful evictions were illegal, and management wasn’t tough enough to follow through. After a few empty threats, everyone grew more and more audacious.’

’But I can’t believe they actually came to carry out an eviction today. All those burly men marching in... who wouldn’t be scared?’

Cecilia ignored them and said to Holden, "Draft an announcement about the eviction of Elysian. Post it at all prominent entrances and in the elevators tomorrow. Then, email it to all the other tenants with overdue rent."

This was to make an example of them.

Holden nodded eagerly, a look of excitement on his face.

’He finally felt vindicated today. They were the property managers, the landlords, yet they were constantly being ganged up on and bullied by the tenants.’

’Thankfully, the new boss was tough and decisive. Watching her in action was incredibly satisfying.’

After they went downstairs, Cecilia made sure Duane and his men didn’t leave empty-handed. "It’s freezing out," she said. "Don’t argue with me. Just think of it as an early New Year’s bonus for everyone."

"Cecilia, you’re being too generous. I can’t accept this time," Duane quickly refused, making a move as if to send the transfer back. "Last time, you gave us a bit extra for our trouble when we went to Starwood with you, and that was one thing. But today? This was nothing! It was hardly any effort at all."

"Tsk!" Cecilia’s eyes narrowed as she held Duane’s hand in place. "This isn’t about the money. You’re Jeb’s men, and I can’t just use your services without a clear conscience. Besides, it’s the dead of winter and almost the New Year. It wouldn’t be right to have you help me for free."

Duane gave a resigned purse of his lips. Though they’d only met twice, he was starting to get a sense of the kind of person Cecilia was.

"Alright, then. Thanks, Cecilia."

Only then did Cecilia smile, satisfied.

After Duane and his men left, she told Holden, "For now, just let things run their course. The ones who are scared will take the initiative and pay what they owe. As for those who aren’t... I’ll deal with them all when I get back after the New Year."

"Yes, I understand, Boss!" Holden nodded emphatically.

It started to snow heavily again on the way home. The snow had been especially frequent in Lorcain this winter, wrapping the entire city in a blanket of silver.

At home, Lily was packing for their trip back to Veridia the next day.

Saul Thorne was there, too.

When Cecilia got home, Saul Thorne met her at the door, brushing the snowflakes from her coat. "Why so late? Have you eaten dinner?"

Cecilia smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. I ran into a deadbeat and had to deal with it."

"A deadbeat?" Saul’s expression immediately tensed. "What happened?"

Seeing his concern, Cecilia quickly explained, "Not that kind of deadbeat. Someone maliciously refusing to pay their rent—a business deadbeat."

Hearing that, Saul Thorne couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Cecilia was so beautiful; he had been genuinely afraid she’d run into an actual thug.

"I’ll go make you something to eat."

Saul turned and headed for the kitchen. After changing into her slippers, Cecilia walked into the living room and saw a pile of exquisitely wrapped gift boxes next to the sofa.

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