(Freya's POV).
I immediately went to my boutique after getting a call from Becca. On the phone, I asked what happened, but Becca didn't want to talk. Becca just told me to come straight to the boutique. After arriving, I immediately rushed into the boutique.
"Becca, what's going on?" I asked. Upon entering the boutique, there were two men in neat suits sitting on the sofa with Becca.
"Mrs. Freya!" Becca exclaimed as she approached me.
"What's going on, Becca?" asked me, looking at Becca and the two men in turn.
"They came and said they were going to take over the boutique," Becca replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a confused face.
"They said that the land has changed its name. They are the new landowners, Ms. Freya," Becca said.
"What? That's impossible," I said incredulously. Freya hurriedly approached the two men with a confused face.
"You owner of this boutique?" asked one of the men with curly hair.
"Yes. I’m the owner of this boutique. What do you want here?" asked me.
"We came to tell you that we want to build a bar on this land," he said.
"B-build a bar?!" I squealed in disbelief. "But this is my boutique!" cried me in disbelief.
"But this land already belongs to us.”
"That's impossible. Just one month ago I paid off the rent for the next year," I replied. I even took some of my savings.
"I don't care. That's your business with the previous landowner because I paid a lot of money to buy this land too.”
"Wait a minute," I pleaded, walking away. I pulled out a cell phone from my bag and dialed someone. "Why isn't it answering," I muttered.
"Mrs. Freya, how is it?" asked Becca, worried.
I looked at Becca with a pale face. "It's not picking up," I replied. "This is very strange. I paid a full year's rent for this land and suddenly the landlord has changed his name.”
"Even though Mrs. Freya has been renting this place for quite some time," Becca said.
"Yes, I've been renting this land for almost three years, Becca," I said. I walked back to the two men.
"How is Mrs. Freya?" he asked.
"Excuse me, but when did you buy this land?" I asked.
"One month ago," he replied.
I was shocked by his answer. It meant that I had paid the full rent for the boutique's land.
"And the landlord didn't say anything about the rent I paid?" I asked with a surprise.
"No. I told you earlier, we had nothing to do with the rent. We came and bought this land for a lot of money," he said.
"Can't we talk about this first?" I whispered. She wrung my sweaty hands.
"We're doing it.”
"There's no way I'm moving out of here. This is the only boutique I have and this is where my income comes from. If you guys want to build a bar, then where should I move to?" I asked with a confused. I could feel Becca's gentle pat on her back.
"But we also want to start our business," he said. "How about this, I'll give you one month to move out of this place," he added.
"O-one month?" asked Freya.
"We've been kind enough to give you one month to move out. So, please do so within the grace period we have given you," he said. They both started to get up from the sofa. "Then you'll have to excuse us," he said, as he left my boutique.
This boutique was the only place where I could make money. If I am forced to move, how will I find a replacement building for my boutique later? It's already a great place because it's in the middle of the city with cheap land rent.
Oh my God... why are there problems cropping up when the previous ones haven't even been resolved? My savings weren't even enough to rent a new building in the city center which was very expensive. If I rented land, then I would need to build another building. And that would take a long time and cost a lot of money.
"Mrs. Freya, what about this?" asked Becca.
"I don't know either Becca," I replied. "We'll have to move, but I'll try to find another way. I've already paid in full for this month's rent if I'm forced to move I should take the money back. That way, I can use it to find a new rental building," I said.
"Is that enough, Ms. Freya? For a building in the center of the city. It's going to be very expensive," Becca said.
"I'll probably look elsewhere for a loan, Becca," I replied with a pale face.
I returned home after my headache in finding a replacement building. It was hard to find a cheap building in the center of the city. Especially with the little money I had.
"Now, what should I do," I muttered. I walked into the house with a haggard face.
When I reached the living room, I saw Devan watching a movie with Sonya. With a disappointed heart, I approached Devan.
"Devan, have you recovered?" I asked.
Devan glanced at me. "Hm," he replied indifferently.
"Thank goodness," I said. I bit my lower lip. "Devan, I want to talk to you about something," I said. I planned to tell Devan about my boutique problem.
"I'm busy," Devan replied.
"We're watching a movie. Leave us alone!" Sonya snapped.
I swallowed hard. There was no way Devan would understand my problem considering how much the man hated me.
"I'm sorry," I said in a low voice.
Just as I was about to go to my room, Devan called out to me.
"Freya!" called Devan.
I turned around. "Yes, Devan?" asked me.
"Make us dinner," Devan said. "That's a servant job," he continued in a mocking tone.
"Okay," I replied in a quiet voice.
I squeezed the strap of my bag feeling devastated. I couldn't say anything and went to the kitchen.
Not long after, Sonya came into the kitchen and approached me.
"Hello, servant," Sonya chirped, mockingly. "Make me a drink. I'm thirsty!" she ordered.
"I'm not a servant. And besides, you have two hands, so make your drink!" snapped me.
"You dare me, huh?!" she snapped.
"I was just defending myself from a nasty woman like you!" I snapped. I glared at her.
With an angry face, she slapped me hard across the face. She pushed my body to the floor. She picked up a glass and slammed it on the floor. The glass shattered and hit my leg, causing it to bleed.
"Auch!" I screamed in pain.
"Ouch, Devan!" Sonya screamed in terror.
Suddenly, she pretended to fall down and deliberately cut her palm a little with the broken glass.
"What's going on?!" screeched Devan when he had reached the kitchen.
"She hurt me, Devan!" pointed out Sonya, blaming me. "See? She scratched my hand on purpose! She's jealous of me, Devan!" Sonya shouted as if she was the victim. With her acting face, she held my bleeding hand.
"No, Devan. That's not true!" I shouted defensively as I saw an angry glint appear in his eyes. Devan's face was set as he looked at Sonya's injured hand.
"Come on, we have to get to the hospital," Devan said.
My tears fell without a fight. I could only grimace in pain as Devan picked Sonya up and carried her away from the kitchen. He didn't care about me at all.
"Hello, Eric. My leg is hurt. Can you come here and help me," I spoke through sobs. Calling Eric to come and help me.