Goodbye, Saintess.
She had known it—Sebastian still couldn't be completely heartless toward her.
'Lord Zeno, please bless me. Let this be my chance to win him back. This time, I'll cherish him with everything I have.'
…
Across from us, Zlatan grinned from ear to ear. Wasting no time, he handed me the account details and the exact amount owed.
"Dude, don't worry. We're from a legitimate loan company. Once the debt's cleared, we won't bother her again," he said politely.
I glanced at the figure. She owed almost 200,000 dollars. For me now, that was nothing.
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