Chapter 525 Reclaiming Property Rights
“Hello, I'm the one who called the police. This property belongs to my deceased wife and me, and these people are inexplicably blocking the way, not letting us return home!” Seeing the officers, Justin immediately burst into tears, wiping his eyes. “My wife just passed away, and I wanted to come back home to get some of her belongings…”
He put on quite the show.
The cops had their sights set on Mike and the others, ready to give them a stern talking-to. But before they could get a word out, a sleek sports sedan rolled up and stopped a few paces from the gathering.
"Ms. Fiona," Mike called out quickly, greeting the woman as she got out of the car.
"What’s all the commotion?" Fiona asked, striding over in her high heels, completely ignoring Justin and speaking politely to the officers. "Thank you for making the trip out here. There seems to be some misunderstanding."
Seeing Fiona, Justin’s face turned into an act of frailty.
“Ms. Fiona, I know you're incredibly influential, a tycoon heiress, but even so, you can’t just bulldoze over people, can you? Denying me entry to my own home? This is Armie Country, a land of laws! You can’t just do as you please!”
The officers recognized Fiona and exchanged uneasy glances. She was the center of a media storm; one wrong move around her could land them in hot water. They had to be careful not to stir up public opinion.
"Why don't you become an actor, Justin?" Fiona finally addressed him.
Truth be told, Justin's appearance was quite deceptive. A handsome young man in his youth, he had aged into a refined middle-aged gentleman. However, now that Fiona knew his true colors, just one glance at him was enough to make her sick.
“You have a mistress a decade younger than your previous one, and Mrs. Maria was filing for divorce right before she was found dead in the outskirts. You’re still a suspect, and now you want to enter Mrs. Maria's house?" she scoffed. "That house was a gift from her daughter, solely to her. What does it have to do with you?"
Her words shifted the expression of the several officers who had come.
“There’s a murder case involved?”
“Offic—" Justin tried to explain.
Fiona cut him off, “Right, you aren’t from the Bridge Road precinct, are you? He’s smart enough to know that area’s jurisdiction is split and deliberately didn’t reach out to the precinct handling my aunt’s case. He wanted to avoid exposing himself!”
In the midst of speaking, Fiona seemed to have a sudden realization and looked in shock at the pale-faced Justin. “Oh my God, could it be that there’s evidence in the house linking you to Mrs. Maria’s murder? You want to come back to destroy it?”
“That's absurd! The Wood Bridge Police have already searched the place thoroughly!” Justin burst out, unable to contain himself any longer.
Fiona feigned being startled.
“Why are you so defensive? If there’s no overlooked evidence inside, what are you worried about?”
All those years of playing the delicate flower by Darwin's side hadn't been for nothing. Now, feigning vulnerability was second nature to her.
"Ms. Fiona, there's no need for such fallacious argument," Walker spat through clenched teeth. "Even if Thalassa purchased the house, it was marital property shared with my father and aunt, and my dad has indeed been living here! The search procedure for the house has been completed; he has the right to enter, to live, or even to retrieve his belongings! You have no right to stop him."
Back when Thalassa had bought the house, Walker had looked into it. Even though his father's name wasn't on the deed, Thalassa hadn't stated it was a gift specifically for her, and even if it had been, after her passing, Justin as her spouse would be entitled to half of the inheritance.
No matter what, Justin had ownership rights to this property.
"And if she isn't qualified, what about me?"
At that moment, Thalassa arrived just in time.
"Thalassa?" Seeing Thalassa, Justin felt a sense of foreboding.
Thalassa didn't even glance at him.
She walked straight up to the police officer, presenting a stack of legal documents. "Hello, these are the court documents determining the ownership of the house. I was the donor, and I now revoke the gift to Mrs. Maria; the property now belongs to me."
The officers took the documents.
Flipping through and after carefully verifying the address and unit number, they nodded in understanding, handed the papers back to Thalassa, and then addressed Justin. "Mr. Justin, the current owner of the property is Thalassa. Are you related to her?"
Justin's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"What legal documents? Why don't I know about this? Without my consent, these damn papers are invalid!"
"I'm asking you now, do you have any relation to Thalassa?"
“No,” Thalassa answered.
"Then, without Ms. Thalassa's consent, you indeed cannot enter this property," the officer said, frowning.
"That document of hers is a fraud!" Justin was clearly agitated.
"Walker, aren't you a lawyer? I'm begging you, explain this to your illiterate dad," Thalassa said impatiently.
Walker's face turned as stiff as stone.
"Oh, right," Thalassa continued, "Besides this house, all the properties I bought for my mother overseas, as well as the cash gifts, I've already filed for a return with the court. As far as I know, a significant portion of that money was spent by you, Chris, right? My mother has plenty of transfer records. She's no longer here, so when the paperwork is finalized, you better be prepared to pay it back to me."
"You!" Justin was furious, his roar was followed by his arm lifting as if to strike.
"What are you doing?"
The officers drew their batons, pointing them at Justin and rebuking him.
Mike and a few professional bodyguards stood idly by, their hands itching for action.
"I appreciate everyone making the trip out here, this dispute really didn't warrant bothering the police department and wasting their resources." Fiona's tone was exceptionally pleasant. "We'll discuss the rest on our own."
Domestic issues. The police officers didn't really want to be involved either. Hearing Fiona's words, they left a stern look at Justin and his crew. "This place is under constant surveillance, so don't even think about getting physical. If you do, there's no escaping it. You guys look familiar - been inside before, haven't you?"
The accompanying thugs felt visibly uncomfortable. "If you don't fancy a night in jail, then hurry back to your own homes and find your own mamas!" With that, the officers dispersed.
The few hoodlums didn't leave, but they were clearly anxious. They really didn't want a fight, especially not with the opposing group that clearly seemed far more professional and skilled than they were.
Then, another man stepped out of the car that had arrived later. Despite his youthful appearance, he exuded an air of superiority. With a cold expression, he walked deliberately toward them. One of the thugs seemed to recognize him, his eyes lighting up with recognition followed by surprise. "Mr. Kenny?"
All eyes were immediately drawn to the call, tinged with overt sycophancy. Justin frowned, glancing at the thug before settling his gaze on the approaching Kenny, "Mr. Kenny?"
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