It became evident to her that anyone residing in a Series A vi must possess far more energy than she had.


    “I’m not sure I can handle this,” she thought nervously.


    Her mind raced, repeating, “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over! This is a total disaster! Who would have guessed that this Lady had such formidable skills? I even pped her just now! If she decides to retaliate, I’m really in trouble, aren’t I?!”


    Meanwhile, the security guard stood trembling with fear.


    “What’s happening? Is this Lady really a resident of a vi in Thompson First? Howe I don’t recall her?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Besides, everyone who lives in that vi area is either wealthy or noble. If this Lady is so affluent, so capable, and so well-connected, why is she here in Thompson First with just a few bags of leftover food?”


    “Is it now trendy for rich people to eat slop?”


    Lady Wilson, furious, confronted the woman, “Open your eyes and look closely! Now tell me, am I a resident of A04 or not?!”


    The woman was petrified! They were the only ones who could unravel this mess. Even before clearly seeing Old Lady Wilson, she caught a whiff of leftover food.


    Trying to hold her nose, she nned to sidestep the issue.


    Just then, Jacob approached the gate. He swiped his card, and an automated voice greeted him, “Hello, esteemed resident of Vi A05, wee home.”


    As the gate opened, Lady Wilson immediately recognized the name A05, turned, and called out, “Jacob! Jacob!”


    Upon turning, Jacob was surprised to see his mother and asked, a bit embarrassed, “Mom, what are you doing here?”


    Jacob’s mother had frightened the woman nearly to the point of tears.


    In her panic, the woman thought, “I’m done for! What’s this Lady’s backstory? Living in Vi A04 and my son in Vi A05… this must be an influential family! I just assaulted a member of a powerful family—will they try to get revenge?”


    At that moment, Lady Wilson pointed at the woman, fuming, and shouted at Jacob, “Jacob! This B*tch hit me! You need to teach her a lesson!”


    Jacob felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.


    “I’m not sure how much I can do about this,” he replied cautiously.


    “Plus, she’s treated me poorly; I don’t want to get involved. Everyone in Thompson First isn’t exactly rich—if I pick a fight with someone influential, it could lead to serious trouble for me.”


    Considering this, he told Lady Wilson, “Mom, we should call the police about this. And you can’t just go swinging scissors around on New Year’s Eve! Doesn’t that seem a bit excessive?”


    Lady Wilson, her anger boiling, was about to give him a lecture when Jacob cut her off, “Let’s do this, Mom: you call the police first. If they can’t resolve the issue, then you cane back to me. How does that sound?”


    Without waiting for her response, he added, “That said, Mom, something’se up at home, so I need to leave now.”<fnf40c> Discover more novels at fin?novel</fnf40c>


    He quickly stepped away, eager to avoid further entanglement with the Lady, especially with New Year’s Eve approaching. All he wanted was to enjoy a peaceful celebration with his family, without any distractions.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>