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I hissed as I accelerated. I can't believe I gave that bastard a handshake and even smiled with him when he looked into my eyes and made a fool of me. When I got home, I threw my bag on the floor, including my shoes, and went straight to my room. I take a cigarette and inhale one; I'm a drug addict, and nothing can stop me because it's already in my blood. A knock came through my door an hour later, and I said come in before getting myself another glass of drink. "The goods have been returned to the store, and the spy has been interrogated several times in the underground punishment room."

He rasped peering into her eyes, drowning in the depths of her soul with that intense cold gaze. "Don't worry. I'm not this stupid when I'm sober. Let me assure you, it's the alcohol talking in my system." She muttered trying to pull free as he had loosened his hold a little so she could talk properly. She was blabbering and slurring. "This is concerning, I don't feel strong enough. What if someone tried to hurt me? I think you're right-" She was blabbering while trying to free herself from his solid hold when he spoke up.

Spencer was sentenced to ten years in prison. Without him, his family could no longer maintain their position and lost most of their wealth. Losing the Legrine Family's support, the Bippy Family declined at a blistering rate as well. The remaining members of the Bippy Family had to work as scavengers just to live. Spencer died on a cold winter day. In that same winter, with Spencer's money, my mother finally underwent her surgery. The day she opened her eyes, she got a letter from Spencer. Instead of reading it, she tore it up and tossed the pieces into the bin. In a prison far away, Spencer closed his eyes forever.

And then he confided that he had been working with a police investigator trying to nail the Rebels for transporting and selling drugs. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to put my hands around his neck and squeeze until his eyes bulged. It was probably a good thing that his sponsor arrived at that moment and insisted that Jay stay with him for a couple of days. He needed to get a handle on his addiction and I needed to get a handle on my emotions. The temperature in the house had dropped substantially and I took pleasure in watching Jay shiver with the cold as he stuffed clothing into a bag. Every breath he let out resulted in a burst of steam.

“So was I.” “But after Harrison died, I started having seizures,” she says weakly, staring at her trembling hands. “At first I thought it was stress or guilt, but then I realized something else was wrong with me.” I stay quiet, listening carefully now. “Those nights I kept passing out…” Her voice shakes. “Harrison was not just giving me alcohol. He was lacing my drinks with drugs and I didn’t even know what kind.” A chill crawls down my spine. Mother exhales shakily before continuing.

Part of me would always love him, but I hated the weakness that had led him to indulge in his addictions after losing Mom, coupled with his poor judgment in seeking loans from a man like Ivanov, and finally capped off by taking the coward’s way out to remove himself from his problems. His arms moved around me, and Spencer started rubbing my back as he made soothing sounds. He held me as I cried, and he didn’t seem to find me weak or pathetic when I finally managed to lift my head and stare up at him through my blurry gaze. He cupped my face in his hands and used one of his thumbs to catch a stray tear. “It sounds like money will solve this, and I’m lucky to have plenty of it.” I frowned. “I

"Do you think your attempt to incite me will work?" Colette panicked. She stood up and said, "Do you know about Ronald Spencer? If you don't know him, then how about the Spencer family who were formerly the richest family in Danube City? Because Ronald had lusted after Victoria, when he was in the police station, he was raped by a man with AIDS. "He too was infected with AIDS. It was a major scandal. The Spencer family dared not take revenge, but ultimately, it led to their downfall. Ronald just recently died a horrendous death on the streets."

Once they were caught red-handed, the spider could tear down its web. The bug that was trapped in the web would finally be saved. The day my parents were caught, they became headline news all across the city. Perhaps no one had expected the oldest and most renowned chemical company in the city—Bower Chemicals—to be producing vast amounts of hallucinatory chemical drugs. The drugs could numb the nerves to produce an extreme feeling of pleasure. However, what made it fatal was that it would cause reliance and subsequently, addiction. The drugs soon became popular in casinos, bars, and nightclubs.

It was only when Mark agreed that I finally poked my head out. Mark patiently asked me once again, "Where's your kidney?" I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know. Mark then took out his phone, saying he would investigate this matter thoroughly. Since Mark learned about my depression, he stayed by my side these past few days, as if he were afraid I might do something drastic. One day, I saw on the television that the rehab center had been shut down. Without a doubt, this was Mark's doing. Under the guise of education and rehabilitation, the place was involved in dirty dealings.