Chapter 91


    My car was barely in the driveway when my mother-inw, Hazel, rang me, asking why her son''s


    phone was off. I told her the truth that he was out of town for work. Then Hazel promptly hung up.


    I couldn''t help but smirk. Catherine was proving to be quite the efficient friend.


    During dinner, Catherine called again. I put her on hold and retreated to my room to return her call via


    video chat. Catherine wasughing uproariously as she started, "It''s happening! They''re at each other''s


    throats."


    "That is fast," I admitted, taken aback. I''d anticipated some kind of conflict, but I didn''t think it would


    happen so quickly.


    "These two are like oil and water, and they''re hitting hard." Catherine continued, barely stifling her


    "A video? How''d you get that?" I was surprised and asked.


    "Know thy enemy, know thyself," Catherine replied smugly. "You underestimate Logan and his team.


    They had someone move into the apartment next to Marissa''s. We''ve got all the intel."


    "Impressive," I acknowledged, wondering how much this operation was going to cost me.


    Catherine justughed. "Wait until you see what we''ve got."


    The video chat flickered off and shortly after, a video popped up on my screen. My meddlesome


    mother-inw, Hazel, could be seen storming out of an elevator and making a beeline for Marissa''s


    apartment. Her posture was all aggression.


    When she reached the door, she didn''t hesitate, pounding on it so hard that the noise echoed down the


    hallway.


    A woman''s voice from inside the apartment asked, "Who is it?"


    Actually, the inquiry was too disingenuous because she could see who it was from the door mirror


    video inside.


    "Open the door!" Hazel ordered.


    After a while, the door opened, and Marissa was wearing an apron and a calm smile. However, she


    was blocking the doorway and clearly had no intention of letting Hazel inside. "Mom! Why are you


    here?"


    I couldn''t help but wince at her call of "mom", and her tone was so much sweeter than mine.


    "I need to talk to Jan," Hazel dered coldly.


    Marissa smiled politely, "Mom, I already told you, he''s not here."


    Hazel was angry when she heard this. She shoved Marissa aside, trying to get in, but Marissa blocked


    her path again. "Mom, what are you doing? He''s really not here, you should ask Aaliyah."


    "Get away. I''m looking for my son, and what do you think I''m doing?" Hazel retorted, trying to push past


    Marissa again. "Why should I ask her?"


    Marissa stepped back, blocking the doorway with her arm. "Mom! Jan isn''t here."


    "This is the Dawson''s property. How dare you keep me out?" Hazel retorted, her anger boiling over.


    "Don''t call me Mom, you''re not worthy of that title."


    Marissa was angry for a moment, but she quicklyposed herself and put on a brilliant smile. "Mom,


    why are you saying such hurtful things? Jan isn''t here. If you have anything to say, you can tell me


    and I will pass it on to him."


    "Since when do I need to pass messages to my son through you? You''re overestimating your


    importance. Even Aaliyah wouldn''t dare to talk to me like this. Let me tell you something, Marissa,


    you''re nobody. Who do you think you are, and how dare you block my way? Get away! I''m telling you


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    for thest time."


    "Mom..."


    "I told you, don''t call me Mom!" Hazel was livid, shouting, "Jan, Get out."


    Her yelling was so loud it drew the attention of the neighbors, one of whom opened their door to take a


    peek at themotion.


    Marissa was furious. "Mrs. Dawson, what are you doing? I''ve told you he''s not here. You''re disturbing


    the peace. Do you think that''s eptable?"


    Marissa''s criticism only seemed to fuel Hazel''s anger. She shoved Marissa again, causing her to


    stumble. Like a rampaging lioness, Hazel was going to step inside.