Susan's phone buzzed with a notification of a deposit, but before she could even crack a smile, her nerves tensed up abruptly.

"Who's looking for me?" Susan asked, warned.

In this world, Susan was alone. Her mother had followed her father in a suicide on the day of his death. Her relatives and friends, knowing she had fallen on hard times and was practically living hand to mouth, steered clear of her. How could they possibly be seeking her out?

She had been living in this rundown, dilapidated place for over two years, and not once had anyone come looking for her.

Why would someone suddenly be asking for her now?

The old house was poorly insulated against sound, and the deep, narrow alleys echoed every word. Even with voices not far off, Susan could hear them from inside.

towards the source of the voices, his voice a hushed whisper, "Did you tick someone off today without realizing? Does Lysander strike you as the type

was at her wits' end,

his

the audacity to pull a knife on Thalassa, even injuring her. She must have a

get rid of Thalassa, right?" Susan mumbled, confusion clouding her thoughts. Then, like a

need to bolt. Cover for me, will you?" Susan quickly pocketed her phone and

of such old houses was their two exits. If the front

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NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

thinking Thalassa was discarded. It was actually all a ruse

to a mere pittance of 500,000 because of Lysander's

was no Zephyr. She'd probably either get her arm or leg broken and become

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