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Chapter 473 Take Care of the Dump
Zayla felt uneasy. Did they break up, really? They were together once, though only for a couple of hours. “Yes,”
Zayla said affirmatively. “Then… Could you help me with something…” Ophelia sounded feeble. She was like an
orphan with no one to turn to in Harper.
Zayla assumed that something must’ve happened. “Sure. What is it?” Zayla asked at once. “Lincoln asked me to go
to Kovis; they needed a signature for processing, and he can’t make it…
“Zayla, you know that the Russo family is as good as gone right now. I couldn’t get in touch with Simon, and all the
other relatives are keeping their distance. I don’t know what to do.” Ophelia sounded like she was about to burst
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinto tears.
The Russo family in Harper back in the day was but only a good start. With interest after interest collected, they got
enough money for ten lifetimes. But now, with Simon missing and no one left in charge, it was clear that their good
days were over.
And those relatives were nothing but realistic. Of course, they could care less for Ophelia. “I’ll be right there.” Zayla
disconnected and got up at once. Then she took the elevator and headed straight for the basement without
grabbing any bites to eat. Stephen ran after her with Leroy’s food box.
“Zayla, what’s the rush? Something wrong?” Zayła responded quickly. “My friend needed some help. I’m heading
there.” “I’ll come with you.” She shook her head and smiled. “Just a hitch. I can take care of it.
“Stephen, you’ve been away from Vargas Group for quite some time now. Those old fellas are gonna act up if you
don’t show up soon. Zayla ended the conversation and took the food box from Stephen. “Thanks, Stephen. Leroy.”
Then she got into her Aston Martin, powered up, and left Bridgeland Villa. Zayla arrived at Harper High School right
in the middle of the noon break. She was taking notes. Several students walked out, whispering.
“Did you hear that? Ophelia’s gonna…” How could not? My dad was…” “I thought the process would only take a
couple hours. Why is Ophelia still in the classroom? It’s been all morning.”
“There was this process. First of them is a signature. But have you seen the Russos? Who’s left to sign for her now
that her parents are dead? “Doesn’t she have a brother?” “I heard he went abroad. Not back yet. “Poor little
Ophelia, an orphan with no one to care for her. Shame that she’s leaving.” “Shame about what?” “One less girl to
pick on, of course.” Harper was a city of bullies and a paradise for the rich and powerful. It was said that when it
rains, it pours. All kinds of vultures came out when the Russo family fell.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZayla’s writing hand suddenly tightened. “Someone is picking on Ophelia? For quite some time, too, from the looks
of it!” SLAP! She dropped her pen and charged forward, standing in the girls’ way.
Then she grabbed the girl leading the group and pressed the girl on her car, with her hand twisted behind her back.
The girl screamed. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing? Let’s go of me!”
The girl struggled, but Zayla pinned her down hard. The other girls who saw this dared not say anything, and quickly
ran for the security office. “Been a while since I drove this car. Got pretty dusty.
“I was just looking for some cloth to wipe it clean, and you showed up. “Be a shame to let it go to waste.” Zayla
sounded casual, and with a little smile, but her hands took action.
The girl was just getting pressed on the car, and now she was being moved left and right, very much like a piece of
cloth. “Hey! Who the hell are you? Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know who my father is?”