ログインI stared at the contract printed with Julian's company logo."You're offering me the position of your personal assistant?" I parroted his words and took a wary step back instead of eagerly reaching for the contract."Mr. Cregger, I can prepare seafood, or do any odd jobs as long as it's within my capabilities, but I can't make financial reports or coffee."My answer amused him.He let out a low chuckle and shoved the contract into my arms, elaborating, "I don't need you to do that. Your job is simple. All you need to do is show up promptly every day and help me get out of tedious social engagements."I couldn't help but frown as I skipped the job deion and immediately searched for the offered salary."50 grand for a monthly salary?" I gasped in disbelief. "You simply can't pay me back enough, huh?"He slipped his hands into his pockets and looked at me with a relaxed smile. "You can see it as me buying from you.""What? Buy what?""You said, 'I can overcome any hardship as lon
Julian didn't comment on my opinion.Instead, he picked up another set of cutlery and joined me.It was an absurd experience.He was a big shot in the venture capitalist circle, while I was a woman who still pinched pennies despite having gotten rich overnight. I was still the regular old me who was now sitting in an old apartment, eating takeout that he'd brought over in a regular plastic bag.I devoured the food, finishing my meal in the blink of an eye.Finally, only a dish remained untouched on the table.I found a clean container around the house to store the dish.Julian arched his brows and teased, "You're a rich woman now. Surely, you don't need to save the leftovers for tomorrow?"I shut the lid while answering him, "So what if I'm rich? Money should be used to rake in more money, not to be squandered. If I store the food in the fridge now, I can heat it for lunch tomorrow and save some money."He snorted at my logic. "What are you? Frugal or stingy?""You can call m
The next morning, I brought the legal team and a collection letter to my mother's old house, which Eleanor's family had been illegally occupying after my mother's passing.Since Jacintha and Eleanor were still under interrogation at the police station, my uncle, Timothy, answered the door.The corner of his mouth twitched disdainfully when he saw me, but that changed when he saw the group of people in suits behind me at the doorstep. "What are you doing here, Mildred?"I only explained after I signaled the lawyer to hand him the documents."Ten years ago, you moved into my house in the name of safekeeping it on my behalf. Yet, you have never paid rent in the ten years you've been squatting here. You even forged my mother's will in an attempt to transfer it to Eleanor. "Now, I'm here to demand that you move out immediately and pay the severely overdue rent you owe me for the past ten years. That'll be a total of 360,000 dollars."His eyes popped out of his sockets in disbelief.
Eleanor released her grip on Julian's arm in shock, her pupils shaking in disbelief. "A rubber band? But the diary said it was tied with red string—" She quickly realized her mistake the second she blurted that out.She immediately brought a hand up to cover her mouth, but it was far too late.The crowd erupted in jeers."She admitted it! She read her cousin's diary and stole her cousin's credit!""No way! Did she seriously say strings? Is she dumb?"Julian took the wet wipe Luke handed him and cleaned his hands as though he had touched something foul."I deliberately had people spreading false information," he announced in a flat tone.Finally, he tossed the used wet wipe into the nearby bin and studied her face with a cold gaze."Before I looked for the girl who helped me years ago, I sent my people to conduct a background check at the fish market. I know her name is Mildred Murphy. I know she saved up her money through hard work."However, I didn't reach out to Ms. Murphy
I pointed at my blurred but legible medical record."The doctor's diagnosis made it clear that I, the patient, had suffered from knife wounds and chronic blisters caused by prolonged exposure to freezing water and aquatic products. I nearly lost my hands to frostbite."As those words left my mouth, the air in the room immediately tensed.I grabbed Eleanor's wrist and held her hand up for everyone to see. "Look at her delicate hands. Does she look like she has ever suffered from blisters and frostbite?"She let out a panicked, shrill scream as she tried to withdraw her hand. "Let go! You're hurting me!"There wasn't a single callus to be found on her fair, smooth skin, let alone a scar left by a knife cut or blisters.By contrast, the backs of my hands were covered in terrible scars.Those were the marks of my fingers being pricked by fish bones or my skin cracking from exposure to freezing water.The difference between our hands spoke louder than any words.The crowd let out a
Dead silence enveloped the room.Julian's hand froze in midair.He turned around to scrutinize me.Eleanor's face went pale for a second before she forced out a strained chuckle. "Do you hear yourself, Mildred? What answer are you expecting? What else could the bank notes smell like aside from ink and paper?"Her eyes scanned the guests, hoping that they'd back her up. "Don't you agree with me, guys? She's just scrambling to come up with another lie."Some of them nodded in agreement. I paid no attention to the outsiders as I walked over to confront her. "You're wrong about them smelling like ink and paper."My face split into a wide grin for the first time tonight."I'm sorry to inform you, Eleanor, but they weren't bills with sequential serial numbers withdrawn from the bank as you've imagined."I spun around to face Julian. My voice carried clearly through the room."I had to work at the fish market on the south side. I saved that money over three years, cleaning and gutt







