The morning light filtered through the curtains as Carol stirred from her restless slumber. When she woke up, she saw a new bag beside her bed. It was their routine-after each night they spent together, she woke to find sextravagantly priced gift waiting for her.

Carol had only kept one designer bag; the rest she sold at the second-hand market, where the market was not bad, and sbags even appreciated in value. It was hard to fathom how the once penniless kid she knew could now afford such luxury.

Carol sat on the bed for a while, then took a photo of the bag by the bed and sent it to the second-hand buyers in her group. "Four million," cthe swift reply.

Carol's bank account was frozen, so she was using Yolanda's card, which now boasted a cool $6000,000-all from Felix's generous gifts.

She never deluded herself into thinking Felix was trying to win her over. She was like a pet he kept, perhaps deriving stwisted pleasure from seeing high-and-mighty Ms. Miller now groveling at his feet, taking his money like spaid companion. It was a transaction.

this was the greatest revenge on the Miller family. Carol took a deep breath; she now needed money to manage

work overton the living room sofa. Carol ignored him and beelined for the door, but the housekeeper

Carol replied with a

her. "Where are you going?" That question had beca half-monthly ritual. Carol knew better

had recovered, all he needed to do was give a letter of forgiveness, and he could live a peaceful life. So, what was the point of insisting on marrying her? Other than deeper revenge, she really

pretend to be nice to her

before you go." "I don't want to eat." Felix slowly pressed down on the computer in his

it amusing, firmly opened the door, closed it with a "bang," and

at Felix somewhat

Ms. Miller?" "Save it." He continued to open his computer and work as if he was unaffected by

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