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Chapter 130: There is no way he’s earning this money himself · Nov 04, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: You’re the one who’s about to cry 2026-11-04
102 Chapter 102: She escaped 2026-11-04
103 Chapter 103: Is she crying 2026-11-04
104 Chapter 104: Did someone die 2026-11-04
105 Chapter 105: Not this woman again 2026-11-04
106 Chapter 106: We’re running out of time 2026-11-04
107 Chapter 107: I gave you a chance 2026-11-04
108 Chapter 108: You think you can replace me 2026-11-04
109 Chapter 109: Trouble has a habit of finding me 2026-11-04
110 Chapter 110: Pretending to be honorable man 2026-11-04
111 Chapter 111: Your husband might storm in here 2026-11-04
112 Chapter 112: I need a vacation 2026-11-04
113 Chapter 113: A kitchen ghost 2026-11-04
114 Chapter 114: I like you 2026-11-04
115 Chapter 115: Make sure I remember my mistake 2026-11-04
116 Chapter 116: There is only one way to find out 2026-11-04
117 Chapter 117: I am going underground 2026-11-04
118 Chapter 118: Capable of buying common sense 2026-11-04
119 Chapter 119: What are you doing in my house? 2026-11-04
120 Chapter 120: Did you murder someone 2026-11-04
121 Chapter 121: Your wife has returned safely 2026-11-04
122 Chapter 122: There are still few things you need to work on 2026-11-04
123 Chapter 123: I might personally visit heaven 2026-11-04
124 Chapter 124: You all want to lose your jobs 2026-11-04
125 Chapter 125: Healthy enough to bear an heir 2026-11-04
126 Chapter 126: People change 2026-11-04
127 Chapter 127: I lose a few screws every now and then 2026-11-04
128 Chapter 128: You won’t stay away for too long. 2026-11-04
129 Chapter 129: I don’t miss him on empty stomach 2026-11-04
130 Chapter 130: There is no way he’s earning this money himself 2026-11-04
131 Chapter 131: It couldn’t be anything good 2026-11-04
132 Chapter 132: Adorably miserable 2026-11-04
133 Chapter 133: Do...I love...Clara? 2026-11-04
134 Chapter 134: She is cheating 2026-11-04
135 Chapter 135: It’s working exactly as I expected it 2026-11-04
136 Chapter 136: What makes you think I care about your word? 2026-11-04
137 Chapter 137: Am I going to die...again? 2026-11-04
138 Chapter 138: I suppose this meeting comes as a surprise to you 2026-11-04
139 Chapter 139: I wasn’t trying to impress you 2026-11-04
140 Chapter 140: You have my word 2026-11-04
141 Chapter 141: Marco is dead 2026-11-04
142 Chapter 142: She refused to become his scapegoat. 2026-11-04
143 Chapter 143: I don’t work for free mister 2026-11-04
144 Chapter 144: You’re replacing him 2026-11-04
145 Chapter 145: You’ll get better with practice 2026-11-04
146 Chapter 146: They are the entertainment 2026-11-04
147 Chapter 147: Leave this place alive 2026-11-04
148 Chapter 148: The fun part finally begins 2026-11-04
149 Chapter 149: You don’t get to run anymore 2026-11-04
150 Chapter 150: Please get me out of this 2026-11-04

”Burp~”

Clara rubbed her stomach as she sat cross-legged on the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh.

She had eaten far more than her stomach could comfortably handle.

Still... it had worked.

For a little while, stuffing herself with food had distracted her from thinking about Dominic.

She gently patted her stomach.

”Tomorrow,” she declared with complete determination, ”I’ll eat even more.”

Her stomach responded with a small grumble, almost as if it were protesting the idea.

Clara frowned. ”What? It’s for a good cause.”

Another tiny rumble.

”I wasn’t asking for your opinion.”

Shaking her head, she reached for her phone.

The sooner she focused on work, the sooner she’d stop thinking about her husband.

Opening the message Mark had sent earlier, she carefully went through the list of places Thomas had been visiting over the past few days.

Her brows gradually knitted together.

”Just how much money does this man have?”

She couldn’t help but mutter the question aloud.

Every club on the list catered exclusively to wealthy clients. Membership alone cost a fortune, let alone the amount of money people usually spent inside.

Then she remembered what had happened at the warehouse.

Thomas had casually thrown bundles of cash at the loan sharks, clearing his debt in one go without even blinking.

The memory erased every remaining doubt.

”There is no way he’s earning this money himself.”

Thomas had spent years drowning in loans, gambling away whatever little he managed to borrow. A man like him couldn’t suddenly become wealthy overnight.

Unless... someone was paying him.

Or rather... someone was funding him.

”And they’re being careful enough to cover their tracks.”

Clara narrowed her eyes.

Whoever was backing Thomas had made sure there were no obvious financial records leading back to them.

That alone told her they weren’t ordinary people.

They had money. Influence. And enough experience to hide both.

Which raised an even bigger question.

Why Thomas?

He was unreliable, greedy, and far from intelligent.

No one would invest in a man like him unless he was useful for something.

”You’re just someone’s pawn,” Clara murmured. ”And I intend to find the one pulling the strings.”

She read through the list again, this time paying close attention to the names instead of the dates.

Most of the clubs had only been visited once or twice.

But one name appeared again... and again... and again.

Her gaze stopped. ”Crimson Crest.”

She quietly repeated the name, her eyes narrowing with interest.

That was the place Thomas had visited more frequently than anywhere else.

Not only that, but almost every unexplained transaction in Mark’s investigation seemed to coincide with his visits there.

A faint smile slowly appeared on Clara’s lips.

”There you are.”

She tapped the name on her screen.

”If Thomas has been meeting someone...”

Her smile deepened.

”...then Crimson Crest is where I’ll find the answers.”

With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Clara locked her phone and lay on the bed.

Whatever secrets Thomas had been hiding... she was about to uncover every single one of them.

With that thought in her mind, Clara finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

”But I still miss my personal teddy.”

Unaware that on the plane Dominic sneezed, clearly remembering his wife, who must be missing him right now.

***

Meanwhile, back at the Hayes Mansion, Dorothy was still fuming over the humiliation she had suffered earlier that day.

The incident at the bakery replayed endlessly in her mind.

In front of so many people, Noran and Martha had openly defended Clara and, without hesitation, put Dorothy in her place.

By the time she had left the bakery, she felt as though everyone had been laughing at her.

Dorothy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She had spent years building the image of a respected socialite—someone others admired, envied, and never dared to look down upon.

Yet in a single afternoon...

That carefully crafted image had cracked.

”That wretched Clara...” she hissed through gritted teeth. ”Why does she have to haunt me everywhere I go?”

Her eyes burned with resentment.

Ever since Clara had changed, nothing seemed to go Dorothy’s way.

It was as though the girl she had once controlled so easily had become an entirely different person.

At that moment, Vincent walked into the living room. Seeing Dorothy’s dark expression, he frowned.

”What did Clara do this time?” he asked with a weary sigh.

Whenever Dorothy was in a foul mood, Clara’s name was almost always involved.

He had long since stopped finding it surprising.

Dorothy slowly turned to look at him. The icy glare she gave him was enough to make Vincent instinctively take a step back.

In Dorothy’s eyes... everything was Vincent’s fault.

If he had kept his affair a secret—or better yet, never betrayed their marriage in the first place—none of this would have happened.

Years ago, despite having a wife and a family, Vincent had chosen another woman. And from that affair... Clara had been born.

Dorothy had wanted nothing more than to leave him. But she hadn’t.

Not because she had forgiven him. Not because she still loved him. She stayed because walking away would have meant giving up the luxurious life and social status she had spent decades protecting.

Her pride was greater than her happiness.

Without saying a single word, Dorothy brushed past Vincent and walked out of the room.

Vincent stared after her in confusion.

”...What did I say?”

He genuinely had no idea why he had become today’s target.

Meanwhile, Dorothy continued walking down the hallway, her mind racing.

I have to stop Clara.

With Clara’s popularity growing day by day, it was only a matter of time before someone began questioning the story they had fabricated years ago to hide Vincent’s infidelity.

If the truth ever came to light... their reputation would be destroyed.

No.

She couldn’t allow that to happen.

Lost in thought, Dorothy suddenly came to a halt. She found herself standing in front of a room that had remained untouched for sometime now.

Clara’s old bedroom.

Dorothy stared silently at the closed door. For a long moment, she simply stood there.

Then... a thought flashed across her mind.

Slowly, the corners of her lips curled upward into a sinister smile.

”So...” She softly pushed the door open.

”This is how I’ll strike back.”

Stepping inside, Dorothy carefully looked around the room.

Dust covered most of the furniture, yet many of Clara’s old belongings remained exactly where they had been left years ago.

Her smile widened.

”Sometimes...” She gently closed the door behind her. ”...the best way to destroy someone isn’t by attacking them directly.”

Her eyes glimmered with malicious intent as they swept across the room.

”It’s by using the ghosts of their past.”

The door clicked shut. And inside the silent room, Dorothy’s smile grew even colder as the first piece of her counterattack began to take shape.

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