Chapter 3

“He’s crazy, crazy! Logan Reed, that delusional stalker, actually dares to make trouble on the superstar’s property! Does he really think this is his own house?”

“Ha, he probably thinks he’s CEO Adams’ husband, too. What a joke.”

I gave Dominic Hayes an exasperated glare.

“Move. My house doesn’t welcome outsiders, and that includes you.”

Dominic Hayes stood in front of the reporter, his brows furrowed even tighter.

“Mr. Reed, I know you’ve always had a problem with me because of Chloe, and I don’t really care.

“Today is my move-in day. If you’re willing to offer congratulations, you’re still my guest.

“But if you continue to be so stubborn, make a fuss, and hit people on *my* property, then don’t blame me if I have you thrown out!”

He stood there in a custom suit, yet he had this easy, almost lazy charm about him. His voice, clear and magnetic, immediately captivated every woman in the room.

Cameras flashed madly at us.

“Ahhh, is this our superstar? I’m dying, his charm is intoxicating!”

“Wuwuwu, where can you find such a polite and principled superstar? I want to be his dog for life,嘤嘤嘤~”

“If I were the superstar, seeing that bastard impersonating me and trying to scam his way into my new home, I’d have my bodyguards beat his face in and throw him out already!”

Dominic Hayes showed no obvious reaction, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

When he looked at me again, he raised his chin slightly.

“Out of respect for our previous working relationship, Mr. Reed, I suggest you don’t cause any more trouble.”

“Slap!”

I slapped him straight across the face, leaving a red mark. I then slapped the property deed onto his chest, grabbing his shirt.

“Take a good look! This is *my* property, not yours! I haven’t even dealt with you stealing Leo’s school spot yet, and now you’re trying to scam your way into my estate?

“You’re just my wife’s assistant. Who gave you permission to act crazy in the owner’s house?!”

“Ah!”

He covered his face, bending at the waist, his voice trembling.

“That hurts so much!”

“Do you have no shame?!”

Someone suddenly reached out and shoved me hard, almost tearing off my fingernail.

“Throwing a tantrum in someone else’s house—is this your way of getting attention? I’ve tolerated you long enough! If I didn’t want to ruin the superstar’s housewarming, I would’ve hit you already!

“Calling the superstar your wife’s assistant? Do you really think we wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you?!”

I steadied myself, gripping my phone tightly, and sneered.

“Fine. I’ve already called the police. Anyone who dares to touch me, go ahead!”

Hearing that, Dominic Hayes’ expression subtly shifted.

But he was quickly interrupted by the reporters.

“Ha! You’re just a scammer! The police will be here to deal with *you*, not us! Get out now! The superstar’s property doesn’t need your kind of filth!”

With that, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me violently outwards.

I lost my footing, stumbled a few steps, and was about to fall hard to the ground.

“What’s going on here?”

A clear voice rang out.

Hearing it, I sharply looked up.