Chapter 9

n the days that followed, Yvonne made me a cup of hot milk every night.

To allay my suspicions, she would drink with me each time.

After drinking the milk, Yvonne always slept exceptionally well.

Sometimes she would grow suspicious, but I always managed to brush it off.

Plus, with the cash appearing on the coffee table every morning as promised, Yvonne couldn't be bothered to think too much about it.

Meanwhile, in Yvonne's evil group chat, many people were sharing their success stories.

Including Yvonne.

"My roommate is as dumb as a pig. I give her drugged milk, and she drinks it happily, lying there making money for me without a clue," Yvonne boasted proudly.

The group members praised her cleverness.

Thanks to Yvonne's promotion, more and more people came to her for "business."

Yvonne's pockets grew increasingly full.

Her attitude towards me became even worse.

After all, in her mind, I was nothing but a cheap slut.

I didn't care at all.

I lurked in the group chat, saving all the incriminating evidence.

I was just waiting for the day when everything would come crashing down, ready to destroy all these vermin in one fell swoop.

And it seemed Yvonne's downfall was coming sooner than expected.