"Mom, I'll explain everything when I come back. I really have to go now."
Eve raised her hand to stop her, "Chloe Stark! Know your place. Sam is still in the room waiting for you."
As the more sympathetic one, Hank stood up and pressed his wife's shoulder, and persuaded, "Let Chloe go. She must have a good reason to do this."
Freya helped, "Yea mom. Sister must have brother's green light first before she came down. Don't worry about it!"
Owen and his wife were more cautious. They advised, "Mom, how about we go upstairs and see how Sam think about this?"
Eve looked at the people around her, disappointed. It had only been a few hours. The whole family already started to stand up for Chloe?
Sam strolled down the stairs. Sensing the anxiety on Chloe, he said plainly, "Mom, I am taking her there. We'll come back once it's done."
Chloe turned to Sam with nothing but gratitude. She owed him a big one this time.
Even Sam stood alongside Chloe. Filled with rage with no outlets, Eve stormed upstairs without saying a word.
As the man of the family, Hank assured them, "Go. I'll talk to your mother."
Chloe felt the warmth in his heart, "Thanks dad."
Running as fast as they could to underground garage, Chloe could not believe what she was looking at.
From A to Z, the parking lot was divided into 26 parking spaces, and each was parked with a ride worthy for royalty.
Although Chloe had lived a tough life after she started working, she knew the value of these cars. She was still amazed by wealth the Boltons possessed.
After sitting down on the comfy seats, she gently thanked Sam, "Thank you for speaking up for me in front of mom just now."
Sam was dazed at first, and then he frowned and jokingly asked, "What did you say? Come again, can't hear you."
Chloe did not banter with him this time, so she repeated, "I said 'thank you and your whole family'!"
The stormy clouds on Sam's face, which was just about cleared up, seemed to come back again. From his old man to his little sister, almost everyone stood for Chloe, how come that felt so strange?
They zoomed all the way to Chloe's old apartment. The old-fashioned decoration was mildly disgusted by the golden boy, who couldn't figure out why a young lady would live in such an old building that could collapse at any time.
When they reached the seventh floor, the first thing they saw was a stalemate between Jeff Adams and the property manager.
The manager said, "Mr. Adams, please calm down. There is no need for violence. Let's talk."
"Piss off!" Jeff was enraged by the manager. Chloe, who behind him and had a fake cough, caught his attention.
Jeff glared at her in a hostile manner. Chloe said with confidence, "It was me who heard your quarrel with your wife the other night. It was me who called the police to intervene. If you have a problem with me, just say it in my face."
Jeff erupted. "You bitch! How I treat my wife is none of your business!"
Chloe rolled her eyes, "If you never hit your wife, no one would give a damn about your life. But now you are a threat to my friend's and my personal safety. We have every reason to call the police on you for breaking and entering!"
Right after she finished talking, she quickly whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos of Jeff holding a knife. Then she turned around and tossed Sam the phone, who was enjoying the show by the stairs, "Keep it safe for me."
Dying to get the phone, Jeff rammed at Chloe with his shoulder. Next thing he knew, he was in the sight of Sam. A terrible storm was brewing.
With only one arm, Sam got ahold of Chloe, who crashed into the stairs railing from the impact while half of her body was dangling in the air. Sam pressed his voice down and asked Jeff, "You want it?"
Meeting Sam's dominant and fearsome gaze, Jeff felt threatened and got soft, "... Is that okay?"
"No problem, chop down the hand you used to touch her. Then I will delete the photos."
Chloe stopped rubbing her shoulder, feeling surprised by Sam's chivalry.
Jeff was stumped. No one with a rational mind would agree to the condition set by Sam.
"Don't have the gut?" Sam did not plan to play nice with Jeff. He swiftly called Owen using Chloe's phone. "Hey brother, there is a sight of terrorists hiding on the seventh floor of Square Garden on Spring Road. Request for S.W.A.T. reinforcement ASAP. Terrorists are armed. Over and out."
"Clank!" Jeff's knife hit the floor as he almost wet himself. The knife fell and landed right on his toes. His face was distorted with an indescribable pain called karma.
Trying to escape, Jeff was kicked on the knee by Sam. The manager then instantly pounced on Jeff and restrained him. Everything went well.
Jeff spat at Sam and shouted, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a terrorist! You are spreading fake rumours! It is against the law!"
"Oh, so you DO know the law?" Sam smirked and turned to Chloe in shock, "Go ask your friend for a rope. We are not letting him run away."
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Chloe took pity in Jeff.
Sam said coldly, "Don't you worry about your roommate living near these kind of men?"