Todos os capítulos de My Dead Dad vs. A Very Much Alive Scammer: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Before I could even process the messages, someone started pounding on my front door. I put down my phone, took a deep breath, and opened the door.A whole crowd was outside, led by the property manager, George Zeller. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking thoroughly helpless, while Suzanne Weston plopped herself down on the mat outside my door.She slapped her thighs and wailed at the top of her lungs, while Rita Lind stood behind her and glared at me with her arms crossed. "Everyone, look over here! How are we supposed to live like this?" When Suzanne saw me open the door, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Joanne Calhoun, where is your damn old father? Get him out here! Last night at the plaza, that dirty old man reached over and groped me before it was even dark! I can't live with this! That pervert ruined my reputation!"Neighbors poked their heads out into the hallway, whispering among themselves and pointing at my apartment. "How shameless! He's in his 70s, but h

Suzanne wasted no time. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, she called the police on the third day.Then, the police sent a notice to my phone. I had to go to the community mediation center as a family member and cooperate with the investigation.The night before the mediation, Suzanne held a public gathering of sorts in the courtyard. Somehow, she had gotten her hands on a megaphone, but she and Rita took turns using it and screaming at the top of their lungs."Listen up, everyone! That little bitch from the Calhoun family refuses to pay us and still won't admit she's wrong!"I've already called the police! Tomorrow, they'll be arresting that old pervert! That old man worked hard to earn that money, and this heartless bitch would rather see her own dad rot in prison than give up a cent! She's inhumane!"Look at the way she dresses! She always flaunts herself! She's out early and home late. Who knows what she's doing behind everyone's back? Her dad was a filthy old pervert, so his daught

Everyone in the room stared at the memorial portrait in stunned silence.A neighbor who had been livestreaming the spectacle couldn't even hold on to her phone. It dropped to the floor, and the screen cracked.Suzanne's expression twisted as she shrieked, "W-What are you up to? Joanne, you'd actually fake your own father's death just to avoid paying? You think you can fool the police with a cheap picture? Do you take us for fools?"Isla also returned to her senses. She straightened her tie and looked at me with displeasure. "Ms. Calhoun, you know where we are. You can't just pull tricks here. Faking your father's death and interfering with the investigation will only make your situation worse!" She turned to the two officers and pressed them again. "Officers, my client has clear photographic evidence. Josiah was alive and well last night. He was out in the plaza, sexually harassing women. "Now, his family is refusing to hand him over and using a memorial portrait as an excuse. T

Just then, we heard a commotion outside."Joanne! You bitch, come out here! Everyone, look! This ungrateful daughter cares more about her dad's money than his life!"The front door was then shoved open. Uncle James stormed into the room with several men from the village. He had deliberately put on a white undershirt identical to the one in the photograph, and the black mole at the corner of his mouth was especially noticeable.He immediately spotted me behind the table, as well as the black-and-white memorial portrait and the urn resting upon it. He didn't notice the tension in the room. He still thought their plan had gone perfectly. He pointed at me and laughed, "Hahaha! Joanne, you're putting on quite the show! You even bought an urn just to avoid paying up? Drop the act! Your dad's old factory paid you 500,000 dollars in disability compensation last month!"Uncle James turned to the officers and the neighbors, shouting, "Sirs! Don't let this bitch fool you! Search her house!

Every time I read out another name, the neighbors sitting below would flinch. I explained, "According to the laws on online defamation, if the same defamatory post has more than 5,000 clicks or views and is reposted more than 500 times, it constitutes a criminal offense punishable by law. Even if you don't hit that threshold, you still need to prepare at least 20,000 dollars per person for reputational harm."I slammed the notarized document onto the table. "Do you want to wait for a court summons, or will you go to the police to give a statement and pay for the reputational damages?"The neighbors who had just been acting high and mighty and condemning me were now scrambling over to apologize. "Joanne, I'm sorry! I was just blinded by greed!""We let that vicious woman Suzanne deceive us! Please, be the bigger person and forgive us!""I've got elderly parents and children depending on me! I can't end up with a criminal record!"I felt nothing but pity as I watched them scramb