The landlady eyed the crisp twenty-dollar bill in her hand and finally relented, "Fine, she can stay for the night. But she must be gone by tomorrow. This place isn't for just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. I won't have her bringing bad luck to my doorstep!"
The neighbors whispered and pointed at Freya, thinking she was no saintly debutante.
Freya couldn't help but find the whole situation somewhat amusing. Even the upscale apartment Kieran had found for her didn't impress her much, let alone this run-down neighborhood.
Pulling out her phone, Freya dialed 911. The keypad was clear for everyone to hear.
The landlady was furious to see Freya calling the police. "Oh, so you call the cops? I haven't reported you for solicitation yet! Everyone, come and have a look. Isn't this woman outrageous?"
"Freya, Freya!" Kara rushed to Freya's side, pleading, "Let's not make a big deal out of this. For my sake, please? Calling the police could make things worse for you..."
Kara's vague insinuations convinced the onlookers that Freya was up to no good.
When Kara reached out to touch her, Freya smoothly withdrew her hand, stating, "I don't recall having a cousin like you. Ms. Orson, aren't you too eager to paint yourself in gold?"
Freya's unapologetic tone drew sympathy for Kara from the crowd.
"What's wrong with you? She's trying to help you out of kindness and even spending her money to smooth things over here! How could you be so harsh?"
"Exactly, it's not like you're some princess. You'd think you were born into wealth the way you act like she's dying to be related to you!"
"Appreciate it when people are trying to help. You should get thrown out, left to fend for yourself with nowhere to stay!"
The neighbors' clamoring voices seemed to drown Freya out.
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