Vera Wave looked up in confusion. Seeing the man's ashen face, she quickly averted her gaze.
Before she could answer, Kris Cooper had already turned and walked out of the bedroom. A series of CLINKS and CLANGS echoed from the living room.
Nervously, Vera Wave looked towards the door. When she saw his figure enter, she hastily buried her face again.
Reaching out, he took her hand and lifted something in front of her eyes.
"From now on, you are mine!"
Vera Wave looked up. Pinched between his fingers was a piece of paper—not an ordinary note, but a check.
Before she could make out the number of zeros on it, the man was roaring over her head again.
"If you dare let any man touch you, I..."
Vera Wave lifted her face, and upon seeing his raised hand, she involuntarily cringed.
