Chapter 7
Midnight in the guest room.
Lisa stood by the bed, her voire kejt very low.
“Mark, I can’t take it anymore, I quit! Give me a hundred thousand dollars, transfer it to my personal account now?
Mark frowned. “Are you crazy? Why would I give you so much money?”
Lisa Laughed coldly. “The doctor says muy rectal nerve damage is irreversible.”
She suddenly pulled down her pants, exposing her wound.
Under the light, her wound was festering and oozing pus
The sight was horrifying.
“If it keeps getting worse, I might need a colostomy bag! I’m asking for a hundred thousand–is that too much?”
Her voice grew louder, her emotions nearly out of control.
“Or would you rather your wife find out about us?”
Mark stated at Lisa intently, his voice seething
“You… you dare threaten me?
Lisa didn’t back down
“This isn’t a threat, it’s a transaction. You give me money. I walk away, everyone’s happy. Otherwise
She didn’t finish, but her meaning couldn’t be clearer
The room fell into dead silence.
Mark’s fist clenched and unclenched.
Finally, he gave in.
“Fine, I can give you the money. But a hundred thousand isn’t small change. All my money is with April. I need time to move it around.”
He tried to stall, his tone somewhat pleading
“You leave first, I’ll definitely transfer the money to you in a few days.”
Lisa laughed coldly, clearly not believing his lies.
She pulled out a pre–prepared 10U)
I from her bag and tossed it at Mark
Words are worthless. Sign this IOU first.”
Mark looked down at the 10t, his expression growing darker
“What? One percent interest per day for late payment? This isn’t even high interest lending anymore, it’s robbery
“Then I’ll go tell your wite about our affar right now.
“sign”
Mark’s voice was pa
practically squeezed from his throat…
Watching his hand trembling as he signed his name to the 100
ikkott.
Went money?
Dreamyon!
Thurned and went back to the bedroom, quickly dividing the money in my act into several para
One part went into long term investments
Another was transferred to an education fund account set up in the baby’s nie.
Early the next morning.
Lisa hurriedly packed her bags, preparing to leave.
Her movements were light, as if afraid of waking someone,
When she dragged her suitcase to the door, I finally strolled mat of the bedro
“Lisa, where are you going so early?”
She kept her head down, her voice somewhat hollow:
“Miss Evans, there’s an emergency at home. I… I quit.”
I nodded, not asking further, just took out my phone and transferred her this honth’s salary…
This is your salary for the month. Take it. Be careful on the road”
Her fingers trembled slightly, her eyes evasive, as if wanting to say something.
But in the end, she just hurriedly thanked me and quickly left
I’m someone who keeps personal and professional matters separate, never withholding wages
But debts to be settled wouldn’t be forgotten, not a penny less
Back inside, Mark was still sleeping heavily.
His wound was getting worse.
The air was filled with a routing stench.
These days, the frequency of his applying medicine had obviously increased.
Even at midnight, I could hear his suppressed groans from the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom and took out the ca
capsaicin I had prepared early and injected it into his ointment.
It’s time for him to reap what he sows!
I put the ointment back in place, returning to bed in a cheerful mood, quietly waiting for the show to begin.
Not long after, Mark woke up.
He dragged his heavy steps into the bathroom, as usual removing his pants to treat the wound.
His wound had started to fester.
The edges even had some blackened necrotic tissue.
He bit down, using cotton swabs dipped in medication to clean the wound, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Tsk tsk tsk
Trogdn’t help marveling at how much Mark could endotr!
He’d toughed at chit these few days, quite the streng man Indeed.
Mark took out the ointment, squeezed mut a large blobs, and applied it to the end.
Then the next second, his hedy suddenly froze.
САННИНИНИ!
The let out a heart–rending scEPAM-
