Chapter 1018


    “Never mind. Let’s go after Liberty. What line of business is she in?”


    “F&B, breakfast ce.”


    “Oh, right. A breakfast diner. We can have free breakfast at her ce then.”


    After finding out that Liberty was starting a new business, Old Mr. Hunt ran his mouth about Liberty and


    her refusal to lend a million to his grandson to get back on his feet. If that was not enough, Old Mr. Hunt


    shot off at his dead son, Scott, for having two disloyal daughters. Serenity and Liberty would be the


    death of Old Mr. Hunt.


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    Old Mr. Hunt returned to the car, urging his sons and grandsons to freeload off Liberty’s new diner.


    They could enjoy meals at Liberty’s ce whenever they came to the city. It was not like Liberty could


    do anything if they refused to pay. They were family after all!


    Old Mr. Hunt brought his sons and grandsons to Liberty’s breakfast diner, only to find the ce shut.


    Seeing that the ce was not open for business, he stayed in the car and chided, “Where the hell are


    these brats? None of them are operating. They might as well give you the business since they’re not up


    for the work.”


    Mike and the others found it odd.


    It was normal for Serenity’s bookstore not to be open on the weekend, but Liberty was a different story.


    Where did the sisters go?


    Serenity and Liberty had no idea that their money–hungry rtives were looking for them.


    They spent over an hour getting to their hometown. The heavy traffic on the road prolonged the


    journey.


    Looking at their parents‘ home from afar, Serenity and Liberty were lost in nostalgia. They recalled the


    family of four’s happy times when Scott and Lisa were still around.


    Zachary brought his security detail along, and so did Mrs. Stone.


    Since everybody was keeping an eye out for any dispute, it was the safer option to be surrounded by


    security.


    Not a lot of cars could be parked on the driveway, so some of the vehicles were moved to the town


    square.


    Serenity could hear her grandmom’s yelling when she got out of the car.


    “Don’t dump it here. This is my grandson’s house. How can you say that the house belongs to those b*


    tches? Move your car right now and take away the bricks and gravel along with you!”


    Serenity had made prior arrangements with the truck drivers to move truckloads of bricks, gravel, and


    sand to her parents‘ home.


    Now that the truck drivers were here, Old Mrs. Hunt was stopping them from dumping the construction


    materials in front of her gate.


    Old Mrs. Hunt did not hold back on the profanity when she found out Serenity was behind this.


    Known to have a nasty attitude in town, Old Mrs. Hunt could shout loud enough for the whole


    neighborhood to hear.


    Her daughter–inw and other grandsons heard themotion and came to take a stand with Old


    Mrs. Hunt.


    Old Mrs. Hunt’s voice attracted other nosy neighbors out of their houses. They asked around and


    approached Serenity’s family home, trying to get to the bottom of things.


    “Are Serenity and Liberty back to redo the house?”


    “Mrs. Deli would know. We should ask her.”


    “I heard they’re back to rebuild their parents‘ house. The girls have found their feet, so they came back


    to take back the house.”


    Serenity’s home was built on spaciousnd, but thend did note entirely from Old Mr. Hunt. Old


    Mr. and Mrs. Hunt yed favorites, and for the least favorite son, they split a measly 400 sq ft to


    Serenity’s father.


    Scott and Lisa bought the wastnd from others and switched farnd with neighbors to make up for


    thend the family owned now.