Chapter 223 He's the One Behind the Scenes!
Amara asked, "Got anything to eat?"
The woman chuckled softly, giving her a once-over. "Come on in."
Amara glanced up at the neon sign, Moonlight Mirage.
Amara knew what she was getting into, but hunger, exhaustion, and a longing for luxury brands drove her to follow the woman through the door as if under a spell.
She had to survive.
Only by surviving could she exact her revenge on Leopold and Camilla!
However, reality once again taught Amara a harsh lesson.
Money wasn't as easy to earn as she had imagined.
Thanks to her good looks, she was hired on the spot.
Moonlight Mirage provided her with free food and lodging, and that night Amara finally had a good night's sleep.
The next night, she put on a revealing mini-skirt and was taken to a private room.
The door closed.
The excellent soundproofing ensured that no noise escaped.
When the door opened again, Amara staggered out.
Her skirt was torn to shreds, her high heels were gone, and she was left in just her underwear.
Her chest, thighs, waist, and neck were covered in red marks, some even bleeding.
Amara's eyes were swollen from crying, her voice hoarse, clutching a stack of cash.
Two hours, fifty thousand dollars.
She forced a smile.
She had thought she'd be happy.
But her heart felt like it had a gaping hole, with cold wind mercilessly rushing in.
Amara lasted three days.
Covered in bruises, she earned $200,000 in cash.
She wasn't greedy and immediately asked to quit.
The manager, however, laughed at her.
"Quit? Do you think Moonlight Mirage is a supermarket? Come and go as you please? Isn't it good to have money coming in every day? Why leave?"
Amara insisted on quitting.
$200,000 was enough for her to start over.
Seeing she was adamant, the manager dropped the pretense. "You can leave, but pay the penalty."
"Penalty?"
"Yes, didn't you read the contract you signed? It clearly states that if you leave before working for a year, you owe us $500,000."
Amara grabbed the contract handed to her and found the clause in the fine print.
"This is fraud, coercion. It's not legally binding. This contract is void! I've said my piece. From now on, I'm not an employee here and won't be coming back!"
She turned to leave.
With a signal from the manager, two burly men blocked her way.
"What are you doing?" Amara screamed.
The manager's smile turned cold. "What do you think? Teaching you the rules! Make money and leave? If everyone did that, the industry would be in chaos! Money is easy to make, but you can't just take one big haul. You have to keep working to attract new customers."
Ten minutes later.
"She's passed out. What now?" The two men stopped.
She couldn't take much. A few punches and she was out.
The manager instructed, "Keep her in the storage room, no food or water. You two guard the door, don't let her escape!"
"Yes."
"Leave." The manager waved them off.
After everyone left, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Parker, it's done as you instructed. What's next?"
A cold voice came from the other end, "Keep her locked up."
"Understood."
Amara was locked in the storage room for three days.
During those three days, she had no food and was only allowed to drink a glass of water a day, barely keeping her alive.
Amara looked at the pitch-black room, hunger and thirst driving her to the brink of madness.
She couldn't help but think of a month ago, living in a luxurious mansion, served by maids, eating and buying whatever she wanted.
Why had it come to this?
She used to drink nutritional soup like water, and now even a sip of water was a luxury.
"Help!"
She lost track of how many times she had called for help.
The only response was the endless darkness and boundless fear.
Suddenly, Amara felt a piece of broken glass in the corner.
She picked it up, aimed it at her other wrist, and slashed hard!
The blood vessel opened, warm red blood gushing out.
Amara smiled.
Suddenly, the storage room door opened from the outside, and a man walked in.
As he entered, the lights came on.
"This woman slit her wrist, what were you doing?" The manager yelled at the two burly men, then turned to the man in charge, bowing and scraping. "I'm sorry, Mr. Parker, it's my fault."
"Stop the bleeding," Declan said calmly. "It's just a small wound, it won't kill her."
"Yes, yes."
The bleeding stopped, and the manager splashed a cup of cold beer on her face.
Amara slowly woke up.
Declan walked up to her, lifting her chin with his shoe. "If you really wanted to die, you should have cut your throat, not your wrist."
Amara, still in shock from the sudden appearance, shuddered at Declan's voice.
"You... you!" She stammered, looking up at him.
Under the light, Declan's smile was devilish.
"It's you! It's you, isn't it?" Amara suddenly became agitated, grabbing Declan's pant leg despite her bleeding wrist.
Amara had never seen the man's face, but she recognized his voice!
The manager's face changed, ready to kick Amara away, but Declan just smiled and waved him off.
Then he squatted down, face to face with Amara.
"Recognized me?"
"Yeah! Leopold abandoned me, I called you, why didn't you answer! Why can't you help me like before? I'm ruined, you know that!"
Declan's smile didn't waver. "First, I have no obligation to keep helping you. Second, you're at a dead end, how can I help?"
He glanced at Amara's wrist. "You have the courage to die, but not to live and seek revenge?"
Revenge?
She hated Camilla, hated Leopold even more, she wanted revenge!
Declan said, "I can help you, just like I did in Reefhaven Isles."
"Why? What's your motive?"
Declan stood up, speaking calmly. "You don't need to know. Just understand that we have a common enemy."
Amara held her breath, "So, what should I do next?"
Declan's cold gaze swept over her face. As Amara was still in a daze, he picked up the broken glass and slashed hard.
After two seconds of stillness, Amara clutched her face, blood seeping through her fingers. "Ah!"
"This is your first lesson from me, break and rebuild."
The next morning, a private jet took off from Imperial City Airport, destination Miracalia.
There, the world's most advanced cosmetic surgery awaited.
Amara lay on the plane, her face wrapped in bandages, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She would be back! Definitely!
At 8 AM, Camilla arrived at the classroom ten minutes early.
Hestia rushed in just in time, holding a few pieces of toast, with a cup of milk hidden in her bag. "Morning, Camilla! Want a bite?"
Hestia was truly a food lover.
In less than two months since the semester started, she had already mapped out all the good food spots around.
The toast in her hand was from the most popular breakfast spot near the school.
Hestia barely made it to class because she had been in line for so long.
Camilla shook her head. "I've already eaten."
"Alright then." Hestia started eating, whispering, "I heard our original teacher was sent abroad for an exchange program, so we'll have a substitute for the rest of the course. I even logged into the educational system yesterday to see which professor would take over, but it just said TBD. I really hope it's not Calliope!"
Camilla replied, "Shouldn't be."
Hestia was about to say more when a tall figure walked up to the podium as the bell rang.
"Hello everyone, your original teacher has other arrangements this semester, so I'll be taking over this course. Let me introduce myself, I'm Sebastian Russell."
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