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It was the old part of town where the land had lost its value, and the houses had been rundown for years. No
developers were interested in this area, and it was slowly becoming abandoned.
Fortunately, the houses were affordable, and transportation was convenient, making it the first choice for people
living paycheck to paycheck.
Camila, dressed in all black with a cap covering most of her face, discreetly arrived at an apartment after
navigating the dirty streets. She checked the unit number and rushed up.
Owen opened the door, and a creepy grin appeared on his skinny face at the sight of her.
"Why are you staying here?" she asked, entering with a grim expression. "It's so hard to find this place!" "Well, it's
cheap here," he replied, closing the door and walking over in a relaxed manner.
Camila noticed that he had lost weight again. The 1.8-meter-tall man now looked as skinny as a stick, with a loose T-
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshirt hanging on him as if he were swaying in it.
Suspicion flashed through her eyes, but she said nothing.
"Why don't you live at home? Doesn't your mom spoil you? She was cruel to push your sister to my cousin just to
treat your illness back then. Maisie might as well have signed a contract with him!"
"Ha! How would I dare to go home now!" Owen lit a cigarette. "Don't you know the saying 'keeping a good distance
is a proper way to protect yourself when you're in need'?
"All my mom cares about is that girl now. I don't want to torture myself under her watch, so I rented this place...
"Unfortunately, my sister is selfish. When she was with Daniel back then, apart from paying for my medical bills, she
would never ask for money from him. It's even more impossible now!"
"That's why you're depending on me now," Camila remarked with disdain.
Daniel had spoiled Maisie when they were together, giving her money that she hoarded. He would pay for Owen's
medical bills and ensure all the expenses were covered.
After recovering, Owen would ask for money from Maisie, who would always decline, citing Daniel's difficulty in
making money. This would anger Owen, leading to confrontations. -
Back then.
"Are you out of your mind? You're his woman. It makes sense that you spend his money!" he scolded her.
"I didn't sell myself!" she retorted.
"I don't see anything different than you selling yourself with what you're doing now. Do you really think he'll marry
you? Do you really think you'll become his wife? Dream on!" "My sister is a fool," Owen sighed, puffing the cigarette.
He looked at Camila fawningly. "You're so generous. That's why I'm willing to give you all I have!"
No matter his terribly skinny face or messy room, he disgusted her.
She coldly asked, "I came here today for something serious... Do you have something to do with Yvette and her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhusband's death?"
Owen's hand holding the cigarette trembled.
"I knew it!" She stood up and slapped him. "Are you trying to drag me in?!"
"What are you doing?"
"I should be the one asking that!" She was enraged. "Why did you do that? How dare you commit murder?!
Moreover, you killed two people by killing Yvette! Daniel is suspecting that I did that now. How am I going to clear
my name?!"
"Why are you panicking?" Owen looked ignorant. "Does he have proof? Let me tell you. My buddies are the best.
They'll definitely—"
His body began to sway as he spoke, spacing out. He looked like he was craving something.
Camila widened her eyes in shock, watching him take a syringe from the drawer in an experienced manner and
retrieve some sort of liquid before injecting it into his vein.
He became normal again after a while, a distorted smile appearing on his sunken cheeks.
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