Silas had bitten deep.
He had no memory of the fact that I’d saved him from a beastman brothel, paying a small fortune to rescue him.
He felt no gratitude.
The sharp, throbbing pain was a brutal reminder.
I looked at Jenna, who still wore that expression of someone who was right even when she was wrong.
And Silas? Not a shred of remorse on his perfect face.
My anger solidified into something cold and hard.
I couldn’t bring myself to grovel before these two who treated me like dirt.
I’d had nothing before.
I could have nothing again.
I had nothing to lose. It was time to fight back.
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ignoring the System’s spoilers, my only focus was getting the so–called female lead out of my house.
Jenna squared her shoulders, her chin held high.
“If you want me to leave, fine. But I’m taking Silas with me.”
The System Commentary exploded,
[So brave! Even with nothing, our FL will fight for her love…]
[The villainess won’t agree. Just wait for the Graves family to crush her.]
Jenna took a step forward.
The commentary cheered: [It’s getting good!]
Good for them, maybe.
They say hardship makes love stronger. Fine, I’ll add a few more bricks to their path.
A cold smile touched my lips.
*Silas is my property. I bought him for three hundred thousand dollars. His legal name is Silas Rhimes. He eats my food, uses my things. I’ve supported him for three years. Jenna, are you planning on just walking out of here with him?”
Jenna’s face went from red to white, then a sickly green.
It was quite the show
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11:22 PM
It was quite the show.
Finally, she stammered, “I’ll pay you back.”
I let my gaze travel over her worn–out jeans, then to Silas, who was clinging to her hand for dear life.
I scoffed.
“Silas is a high–maintenance creature. He’s used to the best of everything. What are you going to raise him on? And how exactly do you plan on paying me back?”
The System was screaming.
[Don’t you dare look down on her, villainess! Our FL is about to be claimed by the Graves family!)
[Once she’s back in the lap of luxury, she could crush this bitch with her pinky finger.】
I ignored the noise and looked at Silas, who was now chanting, “I want to go with Jenna.” I pulled out my phone and called the agency.
When Jenna was finally escorted out, the world fell silent.
Except for the sound of Silas, the damn fox, sobbing in the corner.
“I want to be with Jenna. You can keep my body, but you’ll never have my heart. I hate you, Calla Rhimes.”
He was beautiful, even when he cried.
But I no longer felt that initial spark, that overwhelming desire I had when I first saw him, the one that made me want to take him home and cherish him.
Now, all I felt was disgust.
“Oh,” I said, and walked away.
I filed a complaint against Jenna.
And left her a scathing one–star review on the agency’s platform.
