Skylar shrugged lightly, pretending innocence.
“I was only doing my part as a resident, reminding everyone to stay alert about potential safety risks. After all, DNA contamination and heavy metal pollution weren’t small issues.”
My phone began to buzz nonstop.
Miles, a few neighbors I knew, and even the community director, all called one after another.
Each of them demanded an explanation about the house. As I struggled to handle the chaos, Skylar’s smile grew brighter.
“See that? That’s the power of rules. Water can lift a boat, but it can also sink one. Public opinion is the flood that decides which it’ll be.”
She leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs with ease.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Sign it, and we’ll still be good neighbors.”
“If not, I don’t mind taking it further. Maybe I’ll call a few reporters and let the news feature you, the so-called ‘heartless landlord.’ You wouldn’t want to see your name on the front page, would you?”
Every word from her lips pushed the last of my patience.
As I looked at her smug, self-satisfied face, I couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of family could raise someone this arrogant and self-absorbed?