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“The adopter cannot tell anyone about the contract. This is very important. Once the contract is leaked, ‘Adopt-a-Guy’ will definitely take the guy being adopted back without giving the money back.”I read the sentence for what felt like the hundredth time, my eyes burning from staring at the tiny words printed across the yellowed page. I had already reached Rule Number 57, and the more rules I read, the more ridiculous this entire thing became. I still couldn’t believe that the weird Master HEX had actually written this entire book himself. It was nothing more than a small, old-fashioned booklet, the kind that looked as though it had been sitting in a drawer for decades, yet somehow it contained an absurd number of rules—each one more detailed and unreasonable than the last. And apparently, every single one of them was legally binding according to this ridiculous “Adopt-a-Guy” contract.I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache slowly forming behind my eyes. There was no loophole. No wa

“W-Wait... where are we going?” Toby kept asking the same question while I dragged him toward my car and shoved his head inside.No wonder I was able to get back to my apartment safely last night... He must have driven me home.“Hey! At least tell me where we’re going!” Toby started to get on my nerves.“Just shut up and put your seatbelt on!” I shouted.“What’s wrong with you, woman? You woke me up in the most inappropriate way. And then you started dragging me away like this... Ju—”“Shut up, or I’ll shove my sneakers into your mouth.” I glared at him.And he shut his mouth.Finally.I started the engine, fastened my seatbelt, and quickly drove away.“I have to fix all of this mess,” I mumbled to myself.From the corner of my eye, I saw Toby shake his head and sigh. A few minutes later, he was already sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.I felt like punching him right in the face just to wake him up.How could he sleep so peacefully in a situation like this?I shook my head and c

"AAAHHHHH!!!!!"I screamed at the top of my lungs, raising the vase above my head.If this criminal so much as twitched in my direction, I was going to bring the thing down on his head. I wasn't taking any chances. I had no intention of becoming a murder victim in my own apartment.Apparently, my scream startled him.The man jerked awake, rolled sideways, and tumbled straight off the couch.“AAACK!”He hit the cold floor with a heavy thud.I flinched but tightened my grip on the vase.The black jacket was still draped over his face.“W-Who are you?” I demanded.My voice came out shakier than I would have liked.I took several cautious steps backward, putting as much distance as possible between us while keeping the vase raised.“Who are you?” I repeated, louder this time. “What are you doing in my apartment?”The man groaned.For a moment, he didn't answer.Then, slowly, he reached up and pulled the jacket away from his face.I froze....Whoa.My jaw dropped. My eyes widened.The crim

I finally reached the office.After killing the engine, I remained in the car for a moment, staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I checked my lipstick, then ran my fingers through my brown hair, smoothing down the few strands that had decided to rebel.Satisfied, I stepped out.Before closing the door, I gave myself one final inspection.A fitted white blouse. A leopard-print scarf tied neatly around my neck. A brown mini skirt that hugged my figure just enough to look professional without sacrificing style.Perfect.As the manager of a fashion company, appearances mattered. A lot.You wouldn't expect the manager of a fashion company to stroll into the office wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of jeans, would you?Exactly.I adjusted my scarf and headed toward the building, heels clicking confidently against the pavement. The moment I entered the lobby, the familiar rhythm began."Good morning, Miss Hayes.""Good morning.""Good morning, ma'am."I answered with polite n