I Found a Stranger’s Birthday Party on My Ranch, But the Woman in the Tiara Had No Idea Who Owned the Land

out, and looked at the field. The party guests. The police cars. The dead castle. Karen in her destroyed white gown. Then he looked at me and froze.

Karen rushed him. “Finally. Tell them. Tell these officers we had a valid rental agreement. Tell them right now.”

He kept looking at me.

“I can’t do that,” he said.

Karen actually stopped moving. “What?”

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