She had sold that house a long time ago, but the money was squandered before she was even put in jail.

Hence, she had no money left at all.

“You don't have money? Then shut up!" Jean bent down with a sinister look on his face and slapped Marie's face a few times with the cash in his hands. "In my house, I'm in charge. If you don't have money, just shut the f*ck up!"

His breath reeked of alcohol, and Marie looked at him full of hatred.

"What's with that look? Just looking at you makes me lose my appetite! If you don't want to live here, get out. With that run-down body of yours, no one will take pity on you and give you a place to live!" Jean showed no mercy as he pinched her chin forcefully.

Instantly, Marie's face was bruised by the pinch.

"It hurts!" She was in so much pain that her tears started overflowing.

Jean grunted and let go. He was put in a good mood again upon seeing the cash in his hand.

"If you still want to live here, be more honest with me. For old times' sake, I won't let you starve to death." After saying those cruel words, Jean turned around and went back to his room.

Marie massaged her chin in silence while tears streamed down her face and hatred filled her eyes.

She hated Bianca, she hated Jean, and she hated it all!

Jean had spent almost all the money he took from her, but he still had enough to splurge for quite some time now with the stack of money he got from who knew where!

All he cared about was money, right? Then, she would turn him into a poor wretch!

Marie sat on the sofa and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with dead eyes.

After drinking, Jean would usually beat people up violently and go to sleep afterward. Not to mention, he was the type to sleep like a log.

She waited until he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The clock on the wall ticked away. After an hour, Marie slowly got up.

had to hold on to

soundly

that they even

an ominous smile. When she had money, Jean treated her like a treasure; now

was going to give him a

habit of tucking cash under his pillow when he was asleep so that he would wake up immediately if someone were

Jean was drunk at the moment

face grew wider and wider as she lifted the corner

wad of money, and her heart

She got it!

the money in her

that it formed

dim light shone through the doorway, so she could see the room clearly. The money was already in her hands, yet Jean

through

ruined. She was even naive enough

wanted to murder

the law. She did not want to go back to prison and suffer

as she looked at the watch on his

the day

was just a poor loser, yet he splurged on a thousand-dollar watch just

strap and took the watch

for

contemptuously at Jean lying on the bed. He should be glad that this was A City, a place with a

took out the suitcase she had packed two days ago from the storage room and walked out

However, she realized that she

the driver bring her to the station so that Jean would not

few thousand dollars, she could live outside

would not be too late to come back if she ran out of money, and she had a backup plan if Jean were to ever ask her for money. Hence, she had nothing

was the following

he sat up and reached under his pillow only to find out that the money he put under the pillow was gone, along

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