Chapter 8

Early the next morning, Yvonne saw the cash on the coffee table and started counting it with satisfaction.

"Yvonne, where did this money come from?" I asked curiously.

Yvonne turned to look at me with a cryptic smile.

"Oh, this is from my part-time job," Yvonne said, her tone containing a barely noticeable hint of amusement.

I nodded, rubbing my sore neck. "Yvonne, I woke up this morning feeling achy all over. I wonder if I had sleep paralysis or something. I'm a bit scared. When the lease is up next month, I'm thinking about moving out."

"No way!" Yvonne exclaimed urgently.

Realizing her reaction was off, Yvonne quickly put on a smile. "Lily, aren't we good living together? Besides, I'd be scared living alone."

Yvonne clung to my arm, acting coy.

"But," I furrowed my brow in concern, "our company is still behind on our wages. I was thinking of moving to a cheaper place."

Naturally, Yvonne didn't want to lose her cash cow.

"Come on, Lily, please stay with me. How about I help you with the rent?" Yvonne suggested, clearly calculating.

Compared to her daily illicit income, the thousand-dollar rent seemed trivial.

This was perfect, allowing me to save up more money to move out sooner.

"Alright then, thank you, Yvonne," I said, hugging her with a smile.

A flash of mockery and triumph crossed Yvonne's face.

The corners of my mouth turned up in a wild grin.

Soon, Yvonne would receive her just punishment.