The crowd behind rapidly joined the uproar. "Dressed all fancy just to be a freeloader, what a time we live in."
Kylie Morales, outraged, spoke up, "I've already told you I would leave. You all, lift these things up one by one. I don't care who your boss might be. Your boss might be hiding like a dog out back, but you're all here, aren't you? My family, the Morales family, might be down on their luck but we are still better than you. Are you really going to land in jail for your boss?"
The group was taken aback.
In her white house dress, Kylie looked small, but it was as if she held a massive power within.
The men exchanged glances and finally began to silently lift items as instructed.
"Did the Jones family do this? It's disgusting. Did they take your house?" Hallie Morgan asked in surprise.
"Our house has been mortgaged to the bank by my father. After the bank bought it, they didn't give me a chance to buy it back and directly sold it to Gabriel Jones."
