Chapter 403 Trouble at the Door

• Ren Junsheng!? Hearing the cursing outside, Tia Miller’s face tightened. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. She never imagined that she’d only been here a few minutes, and Ren Junsheng had already followed her. Was he spying on her? His shouting kept climbing, and even a few dark villas nearby flipped their lights back on. Heads bobbed at the windows, eager for drama. Dwayne North quickly hit the unlock button. He didn’t care for himself, but if this kept up, Tia’s reputation would get dragged through the mud for no reason. A woman, not married yet, getting accused by her fiancé of cheating? If word spread, that’d be ugly. The door swung open and Ren Junsheng stormed into the villa, panting hard. He looked up and saw Tia and Dwayne both sitting on the sofa in bathrobes. His face twisted with rage. Damn it. This tramp really did keep a man on the side! “Ren Junsheng, are you tailing me?” Before he could speak, Tia stood with a cold face, voice like ice. She’d left home alone for just a few minutes, and Ren had come banging at the door. No need to guess—he’d sent someone to follow her. She was the Millers’ eldest daughter. No one had ever treated her like this. Her cheeks flushed red with fury. “Oh, Tia Miller, I haven’t even questioned you yet, and you’ve got the nerve to grill me first?” Ren laughed in rage and jabbed a finger at her nose. “Late at night, pouring rain. Tell me, why the sneaky solo trip? And you wouldn’t open the door till I said I’d call your dad—why did you open it then? Guilty, huh? Tsk tsk, wearing matching bathrobes—what’s this, a couples’ shower? One man not enough for you? Want me to join—double-service?” “You—” Tia’s chest shuddered. Her face went ugly, and she was too mad to speak. “Heh. Speechless, huh? Tell me, what do I lack compared to him? You give me the cold shoulder every day. I figured you were frigid. Turns out you’re just thirsty. If you want a man, why not come to me? Sleeping with your fiancé is normal, right? How would you know if I’m good or not if you’ve never tried? Want to test-drive me right now?” Ren sneered, spewing filth. Dwayne had heard enough. He stood, calm-faced. “Done yet?” “Not done! Who the hell are you, pretty boy? What, you two cheating and nobody’s allowed to call you out? Took forever to open the door—what, needed time to put on bathrobes? Don’t bother. If you can mess around in bed, why hide under clothes? Strip. Let me watch your live show!” Ren spat, “Kid, what are you? Just Tia Miller’s kept dog, right? You—wait, it’s you!?” He’d thought Dwayne looked familiar. Now it clicked—this was the guy from the Elysium Club Conference. “Great. That night I said you two had something going on. You denied it. Now I’ve caught you in the act. Try denying this!” he snarled. “Kid, I warned you not to mess with Tia. You’re asking for it.” He snatched the teacup off the table and hurled it at Dwayne. “Mr. North, watch out!” Tia’s heart lurched and she cried out. Mr. North owned the villa. If Ren hurt him and he refused to sell to her, what then? Luckily, Dwayne was ready. He shifted aside, nimble, and the cup whizzed by. His face went hard. “Ren Junsheng. I own this villa. Get out.” He’d already been in a bad mood. Now Ren barged in to stir up trouble, and it ticked him off. “You own it? Yeah, right. This place is probably a gift from that tramp Tia. I remember Yvonne White saying you were a broke *ss who worked odd jobs to pay for school. You, the owner? Please.” Ren spat on the polished floor, scowling. He lunged forward and swung a kick at Dwayne’s waist. Dwayne backstepped twice and avoided it. Ren’s foot skidded. He wiped out, landing on his butt. He groaned, struggling to get up. Years of booze and women had hollowed him out. Before he came, he’d been fooling around at a nightclub. He had zero fight in him. That kick missed, his ankle twisted, and he yowled, clutching it. “Mr. North, you okay?” Tia snapped back to herself and rushed to Dwayne’s side, worried. “I’m fine.” Dwayne shook his head and looked at Ren on the floor. His voice went cold. “I said it already. Ms. Miller and I are clean. We’re not what you think.” “Clean? Yeah right. Wearing bathrobes and telling ghost stories?” Ren hissed, face dark with pain, ready to spit more insults—when Dwayne lifted the wall phone and called the bouncer desk. “Hey. Someone broke into my place. What are you guys doing? In a community like this, you let people into my house? Get over here and haul him out.” “Broke in?” The bouncer on duty didn’t dare slack. In under two minutes, four big guys rushed to the villa. They apologized to Dwayne, then grabbed Ren Junsheng and dragged him out despite his struggles. Bang! They flung Ren hard onto the rain-soaked ground. The bouncers dusted off their hands, muttered a few curses, and headed back. The rain pounded, soaking Ren and turning his face even paler. “Great. Perfect. A lovely cheating pair. I’ll remember this…” Lips trembling, Ren crawled back into his car. With a poisoned look, he grabbed his phone and made a call. “Hello, Uncle? It’s Ren Junsheng… Your daughter and a man are at Lakeside Garden, wearing bathrobes. Yeah. Just the two of them…