With her left hand propped on the armrest, Nadia leaned forward, trying to reach up.
The wheelchair was a bit low, so she stubbornly lifted her determined little face, slowly typing in the password.
However, to her surprise, after three failed attempts, an error appeared!
"Hmph, Brett's quick on the draw, he actually changed the front door's password, one that hadn't been touched in years," Nadia muttered, her eyes flashing with cold sarcasm.
Did Brett and the others really think they could avoid her demands for the house by hiding inside? Wasn't that a bit too naive?
Nadia immediately dialed the number of a well-known real estate agent and reached out to the media and reporters.
Before long, the area in front of the Marquez family villa was packed with people and high-end equ
