I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 870 - 868 Act More Convincingly (2)

Chapter 870: Chapter 868 Act More Convincingly (2)

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Security room — the driver hung up the phone, baffled, and a second later, several people asked, "What did Mr. Han say?"

The driver blinked and, like a robot, stiffly turned his neck to look at the girl on the surveillance screen who had hammered several times but still couldn’t break the car window, then still looking clueless as if sleepwalking, he said, "Mr. Han said to send someone to help her smash the car window."

The entire room of security guards was dumbfounded: "?????"

Everyone looked at each other; after three seconds, they silently thought the driver was joking and burst into laughter together.

One of them teased the driver, "Old Hu, how much did you drink? You’re speaking gibberish. Mr. Han’s car is worth seven figures. Just smash the window? Does money mean nothing to him?"

The driver said, "Do you think someone as poor as I am, even if talking nonsense, would say something that treats money like dirt?"

After hearing the driver’s words, the group of security guards, although finding it sensible, remained skeptical.

The driver said, "No kidding, the woman smashing the window isn’t just any woman; she’s been in Mr. Han’s car. You guys watch the surveillance every day, over all these years, how many women have gotten into Mr. Han’s car?"

At this, the previously speaking guard said again, "So Mr. Han actually wants that car window smashed for a woman?"

The driver confirmed, "Yes, really smashed, and not only that, Mr. Han also said to steal something on the way out to make it look real."

The security guards’ worldviews were collectively reshaped: "..."

This woman in the surveillance, all wrapped up, who exactly is she to make Mr. Han go along with such nonsense?

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What kind of windows are these that can’t be broken?

Xia Wan’an swung another hammer, and seeing the window still intact, she shook her arm, ready to exert all her strength for another swing, when suddenly a figure flashed beside her. Before she could clearly see what was happening, she heard a "crash" and then saw the window in front of her shattered.

Instinctively turning her head, she saw a man, as covertly dressed as her, holding a large iron rod in one hand and hastily grabbing the bag she’d intentionally left on the back seat with the other, before sprinting away.

By the time Xia Wan’an realized what had happened, the man was already gone.

Xia Wan’an stared at the shattered window and the empty back seat, close to tears.

No way? Was her bag actually stolen? She indeed planned to stage a scene where her window was smashed and her bag stolen, then pretend she lost her passport and couldn’t stay in a hotel, so she could sneak into Han Jingnian’s house... But she hadn’t expected her bag to really be stolen!

That bag had many of her important things—bank cards, passport, ID card, and more...

Damn, is Han Family Enterprises’ security really this trash?

Xia Wan’an, holding the hammer, angrily struck the broken window twice, then left the underground parking lot full of sorrow, slipped off to the restroom in a nearby mall, and carelessly threw the hastily bought hat, mask, large coat, and the hammer—her tools of the "crime"—into the trash can.