Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master!-Chapter 229: Chloe Shaw Is So Angry She Looks Like a Pufferfish

Considering the traffic situation in Aethelgard, Thea Shaw decided to take the metro.

Although there were a lot of people on the weekend, fortunately, it wasn’t work hours, so it didn’t feel that crowded.

After Thea Shaw got on the metro, Chloe Shaw called her.

Thea Shaw asked her, "Did you just ask Mom?"

Chloe Shaw said, "Yes, but I didn’t mention Aunt Chase’s nephew coming here. I understand now, it should be Aunt Chase acting on her own. Mom isn’t well, I’m afraid she’ll go to argue with Aunt Chase and get herself worked up."

Chloe’s reasoning was natural; Mrs. Blair indeed wasn’t well, and she hadn’t done such a thing before. She would surely confront Aunt Chase about it when she found out.

In the past, it was tolerable, but now her health requires tranquility, and she can’t handle intense emotional fluctuations.

Chloe couldn’t resist her urge to rant, "Aunt Chase really has no sense; she’s been like this since we were young. She’s the neighbor I hate the most."

Thea Shaw shared the sentiment, "Me too!"

Nobody likes a gossiping busybody.

Thea Shaw said, "It’s okay, if he keeps pestering, give him a beating and then report him! There’s no reasoning with someone who comes to harass you first."

Chloe Shaw chuckled bitterly, "How could I possibly beat him up?!"

"..." True enough.

Thea Shaw had been tough, but most single women in reality would be scared facing such a strange man.

Especially a man with ill intentions.

If he had any shame, he wouldn’t come all this way to meet someone, getting rejected, and then loiter outside the neighborhood gate.

Just as Thea Shaw thought this, she suddenly heard a faint sound of a doorbell from Chloe’s side.

Chloe, who was speaking, also took a breath.

Thea Shaw probed, "Did you order delivery?"

Chloe took a deep breath, "No, I don’t even have any friends here..."

After saying this, she looked up and loudly asked, "Who is it?"

There was silence for a long time, and Chloe said tremblingly, "No one answered."

Ringing the doorbell without speaking, Thea Shaw immediately said, "Don’t open the door, I estimate it’ll be a while before I arrive. Do you have surveillance at your door?"

"No, I just moved here and haven’t installed those things yet."

At this point, Chloe thought that person might be outside ringing the bell. Though scared, she hadn’t lost her cool. She directly went to her room and grabbed a baseball bat.

Luckily, she liked recreational sports like baseball, so she had these tools at home. She wasn’t afraid of that man daring to break in.

The door was still a security iron door.

She didn’t hang up the phone and walked quietly to the door with the bat in hand.

Her door had a peephole, and she leaned in to look outside; one eye met her gaze!

Damn!

Chloe cursed inwardly and immediately recognized that it was indeed Aunt Chase’s nephew.

She couldn’t care about decorum and shouted, "Do you have a damn screw loose? I’ll curse your whole family, will you believe it if I call the police? You damn bastard, wandering outside someone’s door in broad daylight, are you out of your mind? Is your cerebellum filled with water, stunting your development since childhood? What I told you this morning, don’t you understand? My mom didn’t ask me to go on a blind date with you, can’t you understand human speech? Do you understand the bat I’ve got in my hand?"

With that said, she smashed the bat against the door.

"Bang!" went the iron door with a loud roar; if that person was pressed against it, his ears might be deafened.

Listening to Chloe’s string of curses, Thea Shaw was speechless: "..."