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"You're here too! Changed your mind, ready to come to Zandumore with me? You're so beautiful—I'll treat you well!" Emma sneered. "Look at you, hearing about money and rushing over like a puppy! Weren't you so proud before? Where's that backbone now?" I forced down my unease and replied, "If it really earns four or five thousand a month, there are some things worth considering." "Hahaha…" Emma doubled over laughing. She stepped close, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money."

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

Zacharias sold whatever valuables he had and wrote to his family just to take out a loan. In the end, he gathered 500 dollars and gave it to Christina. Christina married John, and she looked glamorous. Once we got married, I gave Zacharias an IOU and told him I'd pay him back. "You don't have to." He tore the IOU apart. "Money's not important. Sometimes a harder life works wonders for a scholar." He turned on the lamp and started reading, his face unreadable. I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life.

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

"No, you signed it." "But I signed it on our behalf! The agreement says the obligation is with Ian Glock and his wife!" "Exactly," I replied, my voice icy. "It says Ian Glock and his wife. But you're married to Margaret now, not me. I have one last piece of advice for you—stop wasting your time arguing with me and start thinking about how you're going to repay your debt. "After all, Margaret and Maisie have spent about ten million dollars of my money. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough, Mr. Glock."

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That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

"But don't worry, very soon, I will be taking the business away from you" "Fine! Until then, can you leave? I have things to do" "You just got married, and you are back at work, you're sure you're not impotent?" Lucas asked with a smug grin. "You've been picking different girls every week for so many years now and none of them has ever gotten pregnant for you, do you think your withdrawal method is so good or.... you just are unable to...?" "Don't you say nonsense!" Lucas flared up. "I am not saying nonsense but you really should go to the hospital and check yourself out"

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.