Chapter 705 Be Careful

• Terry walked out after tidying up the yard, only to find garbage scattered everywhere. Someone had tossed it over the fence. His red mailbox had been knocked over, lying bent and smashed in the grass.
• The sight made his blood boil. Face turning red, he shouted, voice rough with anger, "This land belongs to me! I'm not selling it if I don't want to!"
• "Come on, Terry! We've all lived here for more than 20 years, but I never thought you'd be this selfish!"