Chapter 4

Marcus stared at the long white receipt with his mouth hanging wide open in pure shock. He looked from the small green machine to Clara's calm face with completely crazy eyes. His face turned an ugly shade of red as thick anger rushed into his empty head.

"This is completely impossible, you dirty little thief!" Marcus screamed very loudly at Clara. "You definitely stole my good friend's bank card to buy this expensive house!"

"There is absolutely no way a cheap maid like you has millions of dollars!" Marcus yelled as he pointed a shaking finger at her nose. "Damon is going to send you straight to a dark prison for stealing his hard money!"

"I did not steal a single penny from your stupid friend Damon," Clara replied with a very calm and icy voice. "Every single dollar on that receipt belongs completely and totally to me."

"You are a dirty liar and a cheap, ugly rat!" Marcus shouted for the whole office to hear. "You have always been a broken and useless woman who lives off Damon's pure kindness."

"You are nothing but a gold digger who finally stole the heavy gold," Marcus spat at her feet. "I am calling the strict police right now to arrest you for massive bank fraud!"

Clara did not step back or look scared of the loud and angry man. She actually took a strong step forward and looked him directly in his angry eyes. A very cold and dangerous smile slowly appeared on her beautiful face.

"You really want to talk about dirty money and stealing, Marcus?" Clara asked in a loud, clear voice. "Let us talk about how you get the money to buy those shiny white suits."

Marcus suddenly stopped yelling, and a very quick look of deep fear crossed his face. "I have no idea what crazy lies you are talking about," Marcus said with a nervous voice.

"I am talking about the very rich and very old women you sleep with for cash," Clara announced loudly to the whole room. "You are just a cheap male escort who sells his body for credit cards."

Total silence crashed down hard inside the large and shiny sales office. The other rich customers covered their mouths and looked at Marcus with deep disgust. The female sales agent actually took a very fast step away from the tall man.

"You even tried to sleep with Damon's fake sister just to get some extra cash," Clara continued without any mercy. "You are not a real man; you are just a dirty dog begging for scraps."

"Shut your nasty mouth right now!" Marcus screamed with panic in his wild eyes. "No one believes a single word from a crazy and broken woman like you!"

But it was already way too late for Marcus to save his fake pride. The female sales agent looked at his failed credit card and then looked at Clara's massive receipt. The smart agent instantly knew exactly who the real rich person was in this room.

"Sir, I must ask you to leave my clean office right this very second," the sales agent told Marcus coldly. "We do not do any actual business with dirty male escorts in this rich neighborhood."

"You cannot talk to me like that!" Marcus yelled, his face completely red with total shame. "I will have you fired from your stupid little job today!"

"Security, please throw this poor man out the front door," the agent called out loudly. Two very big security guards quickly grabbed Marcus by his arms and dragged him outside. Marcus kicked and screamed terrible names, but the heavy glass doors locked tight behind him.

The sales agent turned back to Clara with a huge, fake, and very sweet smile on her face. "I am so very sorry about that terrible and poor man, Miss Clara," the agent apologized fast.

"Please follow me right this way so I can show you your beautiful new home," the agent said politely. "I will personally hand you the heavy gold keys to Villa Number Nine today."

Outside on the hot street, Marcus pulled out his phone with shaking and angry hands. He dialed Damon's private number and paced back and forth on the hard sidewalk. He was completely furious and totally confused by the crazy things that had just happened.

"Damon, you need to tell me what the hell is going on right now!" Marcus shouted into the phone. "Your crazy ex-wife just humiliated me inside the rich sales office!"

"Clara is out of the house?" Damon asked with a very surprised and confused voice. "She is supposed to be crying on a dirty park bench by now."

"She is not crying at all, Damon!" Marcus yelled loudly into the phone. "She just bought the biggest and most expensive villa in this entire rich neighborhood!"

"Where did she get millions of dollars to buy a massive house?" Marcus demanded angrily. "Did you win the secret lottery and give her half the massive money?"

Damon sat completely frozen in his chair, totally shocked by his friend's loud words. "That is completely impossible, Marcus," Damon said with a very tight voice. "I controlled every single penny of her money for our entire marriage."

"Well, she just spent millions in pure cash right in front of my own face," Marcus spat back. "You better find out where she hid all that heavy gold, my friend."

Damon hung up the phone slowly, his mind racing with deep confusion and heavy anger. How could that weak and useless woman afford to buy an expensive villa? He quickly picked up his phone again and called his private investigator.

"I need you to look deep into Clara's bank accounts right this exact second," Damon ordered strictly. "Find out exactly where she got the huge money and tell me today."

***

Meanwhile, Clara walked through the heavy front doors of her massive new fortress. The agent handed her the shiny gold keys and quickly bowed before running away. Clara stood completely alone in the middle of the huge and quiet living room.

She looked around and saw that the beautiful house was already fully furnished with rich items. There were soft white sofas, large clean beds, and a fully stocked modern kitchen. She did not need to buy a single piece of extra furniture for this house.

She slowly walked over to the large white sofa and sat down on the soft cushions. The very moment her body touched the seat, a bright blue light flashed in the room. The strange system notification appeared floating right in front of her face again.

[Host, welcome to your safe home.] The blue text shifted and formed a new sentence. [You have now been granted full access to the Infinite Space.]

Clara blinked her eyes fast and stared at the glowing blue words in the air. Infinite Space?