“But I didn’t buy anything.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Open the door.”

The knock grew louder, and the people outside began kicking the door.

At that moment, Jeanne Lynch realized that something was wrong. She thought that the debt collectors were there. Holding a broom in her hand, she was nervous.

“What should I do?”

Just as she was at a loss, the men outside kicked down the door and rushed in.

One of them compared Jeanne with a photo and yelled, “She’s Xavion Zachary’s wife! Get her!”

A few honchos rushed in and forcibly dragged Jeanne outside.

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

Jeanne struggled with all her might. However, she could not break free.

Slap!

One of the honchos slapped across the face and yelled, “Shut up, b*tch!”

Jeanne could feel a searing pain on her cheek. She pleaded, “Please let me go. I really have no money.”

“Shut the f*ck up. Take her away.”

“Got it.”

Jeanne was forcibly dragged away. This was an ancient building with no elevators, so t