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I deadpan motioning for Lilah to lead us away from Miss Crazy Pants. Dels eyes Julie one more time, takes my hand lacing her fingers with mine, and starts walking towards the door. She walks straight towards her dad's BMW and opens the trunk pulling out a couple of blankets and a bottle of Jim Beam and looking at me expectantly. "You coming or what?" She asks as she turns to the path leading to the beach.

They survived the unexpected incident without the slightest injury. Jeanne laid Joy back on her bed. Meanwhile, the three of them decide to go home and rest at Rinka's house for a while. They walked home together. Rinka and Floria were seen chatting with each other, while Alisa was seen walking behind them daydreaming. “Poor Sis Joy. She's already suffered a lot like this," she muttered to herself. They passed a muddy road with a small alley on the left. The alley leads to one of the residents' gardens next to the forest. As Alisa passed by, she suddenly heard someone answering her.

I was convinced he must have been reborn as well. On the way home, Zachary insisted on walking with me. "So? Do you feel good about taking down a major scumbag?" he asked, squinting and smiling. "It's like a huge weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders," I said lightly, though Maxwell's threat still made me feel uneasy. It started raining suddenly, and Zachary took off his jacket to hold it over both our heads. "Let's take shelter inside a shop and wait for the rain to stop," I said.

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Hand in hand, they stepped out of the car and walked toward their home, the warmth of their love illuminating the path ahead, even in the darkest of moments. Vihaan and Sukoon had returned home after a long day, feeling the weight of the world slowly lifting as they stepped into their cozy sanctuary. The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the room. With a shared sense of relief, they slipped off their shoes and made their way to their bedroom.

Cicio watched Mario, almost the same age as himself, walk with an invisible crown on his head, wondering how to get to the top of the world like Mario. After a quick dinner near the Pescatore residence, Cicio wandered around. A bunch of street punks came across him and decided to make fun of his imperfect Italian. Light-hearted jokes escalated to fistfights because of Cicio’s sense of dignity, but he lacked physical strength at that age to fight five punks. He got beaten up, left bleeding in the street. It was Mario who came out of the house and took him inside. Mario asked Cicio to be taken care of, his wounds to be treated, and made sure the punks learn the lesson.

Still, I proposed anyway. As expected, it ended in disappointment. I think fate had actually been kind to me. It was just that I’d been too stubborn before. This time, I chose to listen. When the gathering ended, Hugh became the designated driver, while others took a cab home. After everyone had left, I walked Rylee home. We didn’t say a word along the way. Snowflakes landed on our heads, quickly melting into tiny droplets of water. I was debating whether I should say something to break the silence when Rylee spoke first.

I would return to work at the design institute starting tomorrow with the same benefits and the same position as before. I was deeply moved. Without saying another word, I grabbed a bottle and chugged it. After finishing, I passed out completely. In my haze, I seemed to see a man in white walking toward me. Did Quinn actually arrange a male escort for me? The next morning, I woke up rubbing my head. When I remembered I had to go to work at the design institute today, I jolted awake. Fortunately, it was only eight o'clock. That was when I noticed the unfamiliar surroundings. The room had a distinctly masculine scent. I frowned as the final moments from last night surfaced in my mind.

The pain spread through every part of me, making me wish I were dead. That wasn't all. They starved me and tormented me every single day. By the time the agreed-upon three days were almost up, I was covered in wounds and barely holding on. Emily came to get me a few hours early. Her cheerful voice echoed from outside the building, "Time's up. I'm here to pick him up." I heard the door slowly open. I looked at the return portal on my system screen and clicked to activate it without a moment's hesitation.

Even with all my composure, the sight of them laughing and mocking me made my expression darken. I wiped the smile off my face and looked at these people with a slightly stern expression. Just then, Samuel hurried over and shoved a bank card into my hand. "I've got several tens of thousands on this bank card. Get yourself some decent clothes with it. The password is my birthday. You still remember it, don't you? Take the money and leave the exhibition right now. Don't embarrass me in front of the big shots."