That’s the law.”

Arthur turned to him then, and offered him a thin, cold, almost gentle smile, the smile of a man who has been waiting patiently for exactly this argument.

“The protections you’re describing,” he said, “apply to a person who is living somewhere with the owner’s permission, or who is paying rent for the privilege.

You did neither.

You never paid my client a single dollar in rent, which you will not be able to dispute, because no such payment exists anywhere.

And you did not have the owner’s permission to be here, because the owner was on another continent and knew nothing about the arrangement you built in her absence.” Julian opened his mouth, and Chloe got there first.