Chapter 331: Brooke Had Never Suffered Such a Humiliating Defeat in Her Life

Brooke had never suffered such a humiliating defeat in her life.

She stormed into the real estate agency, slamming the glass door with enough force to rattle the windows.

"Bring out that little bastard Carter right now!"

The manager adjusted his glasses calmly. "Mr. Carter resigned last week."

Refusing to believe it, Brooke returned the next day with a mob of relatives. They blocked the entrance with protest banners, drawing crowds from the entire street.

Harassed beyond endurance, the manager finally surrendered Carter's home address.

Brooke led her troops to Zhang's residence, only to find him more ruthless than she was.

"The contract's signed in black and white. The deed's transferred. No amount of screaming will change that."

Zhang leaned against the doorframe, cigarette dangling from his lips, the picture of shamelessness.

Brooke collapsed onto the ground, wailing like she had two decades ago when confronting school administrators.

But Zhang outdid her. He threw himself onto the floor, rolling around while shrieking, "Old hag bullying the youth!"

Police arrived to find them still hurling insults.

In the mediation room, the officer examined the contract three times.

"This property legally belongs to him now."

Brooke turned ghostly pale.

Zhang crossed his legs triumphantly. "Since when is buying property a crime? How was I supposed to know it'd be demolished?"

"Want to keep fighting? I've got all the time in the world—unemployed and free."

"But you... isn't your husband still teaching? And your son just became a civil servant, right?"

Brooke trembled with rage.

For the first time, she realized her usual tactics meant nothing to outsiders.

* * *

In the Whitmore living room, Daniel shook his head over his teacup.

"Word is she got hospitalized from the stress."

Clara arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, she called your mother the day before yesterday," Daniel suddenly remembered.

"What?"

"Asked if we'd sell our old house. Offered four hundred thousand."

Clara nearly laughed aloud. "Does she think we're idiots?"

With demolition notices plastered everywhere, everyone knew the property was worth over a million.

"Maybe she assumed we're uninformed?" Daniel shrugged.

"Ignore her," Clara said decisively.

"Your mother blocked her number." Daniel chuckled. "Brooke called a dozen times—no answer."

Clara changed the subject. "Dad, you're on break now?"

"Got a week off. Why?"