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207. THE REAL ELENA
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Samantha had ended the call, and she stared blankly at the phone screen even if it went black once again after the call ended. She had expected that the person would call her, and that was why she had already prepared the answer she had to say.
She no longer spoke to that person, and she could only sigh heavily before placing her cell phone down on the table. Her free hand then massaged her aching temple. “Of course, I still remember how strict the professor was. I will definitely not be able to take the exam, and I will certainly have to repeat the class next year,” she muttered to herself.Previously she sounded convinced when she answered the other person's question, but she was completely dizzy now when she knew full well that she did need to repeat the class next year.When she still couldn't get rid of her headache, she finally saw someone approaching her table. Previously she had said to that person that she was going to meet someone, and it wasRelated chapters
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I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 209. DON'T TELL ANYONE
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I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 210. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STEEN?
There were two things that annoyed her yesterday. The first thing was when she called Samantha after class, but the blue-haired girl didn't answer her calls. She just wanted to let the girl know that she had tried talking to the professor about her absence yesterday, and maybe the professor was in such a good mood that he still let Samantha attend his exam this semester even if the girl did not attend one of his classes. That would be good news for Samantha, right? That was why Vivian had wanted to tell the girl about it, not expecting that the blue-haired girl would ignore her calls. Why wasn't Samantha answering her phone? Was she so busy meeting someone that she didn't even have time to answer her phone? Of course, her questions remained unanswered as Samantha didn't even try to call her back even after she returned to the mansion, and that only added to her annoyance. Unfortunately, things related to Samantha weren't the only things that a
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 211. NOT BETTER AND STRONGER?
Vivian felt that a boulder of rock had just fallen from the sky. Steen ordered casually, but the man seemed to be throwing weights on her head without mercy. Unfortunately, the man looked like he didn't care that what he just said was like thunder on a sunny day for Vivian, and he even urged the girl to accept the yellow helmet immediately. Vivian really couldn't believe what was happening. She had just given Steen random advice yesterday, and who would have thought that the man would take her words seriously? Steen didn't even reply to her words yesterday, and she even thought Steen was angry because of her suggestion. So, Vivian truly didn't expect something like this to happen today. 'But maybe I'm indeed the one in the wrong,' Vivian helplessly reflected on her mistakes. 'I was the one who suggested that silly idea yesterday, and now I'm trapped by my own trap.' If she hadn't randomly said that suggestion yesterday, Steen wouldn't have had
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Steen said that he would ride the scooter at high speed just like what he used to do with his sport bike in the past, and he even forced Vivian to hold his stomach for safety purposes, but in the end, the man just rode the scooter slowly. With that kind of fact, Vivian started to doubt that the man was telling the truth when he proudly said that he used to have a sports bike in the past and even used to ride it at high speed. 'I usually rode this scooter faster than this. Is Steen a snail or a grandpa? Why is he riding this scooter so slowly?' Helplessly, Vivian wondered to herself. 'A snail man or grandpa Steen, huh? Those are good nicknames for him.' She even laughed at the thought. They were still on the road, and Vivian was still holding the man's stomach even though he was riding the scooter like a snail. If she pulled away from the man, he would probably sulk again saying he was no better and no stronger than the metal grip on the back of the scoo
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 213. A ROCK, NOT A HUMAN
Someone was killed in the company building, and that person was none other than the president's wife? Vivian didn't even know whether she should believe Steen's story or not. The man was a cunning fox, and it was easier for her to doubt him than to believe him. However, she could somehow feel the bitterness in the man's voice when he said that no one wanted to believe him that his mother was indeed murdered and did not commit suicide eight years ago. It was confusing, but Vivian knew that it would do nothing even if she thought about what truly happened all those years ago, and that was why she just shook her head to shake the thought away after Steen dropped her off in front of her campus. Yes, Steen managed to drive the scooter safely to her campus, which was why she immediately shifted her focus to her class today the moment she stopped thinking about the man. On campus, she once again ran into Samantha after she didn't see the girl yesterday, but th
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 214. WHERE ARE WE?
How can Vivian help Steen find the evidence behind his mother's murder? Vivian wasn't even sure Patricia Dahl was murdered years ago. Even the police confirmed that the woman had indeed committed suicide that year, so how could Vivian prove otherwise? Vivian didn't know how she could help Steen, but she just nodded her head to answer Steen in the end. At that time, she could only think of ways to meet that mysterious man, and that was why she was able to randomly agree to Steen's terms even if she didn't know how to complete the task. But Steen also didn't seem to care about how Vivian would get the job done, and that was why he finally granted her wish to leave the Dahl mansion tonight. Steen even let her go by herself instead of assigning Marlon to send her to the place where she would meet the mysterious man tonight, and Vivian was thankful for that. It was indeed very profitable for her because Marlon would not see where she would meet the man. When
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 215. DO YOU WANT TO FEED ME?
It was something with a smooth surface but felt extremely cold, but then Vivian's nose caught the smell of food. Was that a spoon that just touched her lips? "What is it, Master? Do you want to feed me?" Vivian didn't immediately open her mouth to accept the food. Instead, she opened her mouth to question the man she couldn't see. She even backed away a little to avoid the spoon, but she again couldn't expect the man to verbally answer her questions, could she? This time she didn't receive a verbal response from the man either, and she could only feel how the cold spoon once again made contact with her lower lip, and it was like a hint that she really needed to open her mouth to accept the food now. Rose told her to always obey the man's orders, and that was why she hesitantly opened her mouth to accept the food. 'This man wouldn't try to poison me, would he?' She secretly prayed in her heart. The food was already in her mouth, and she hesitan
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I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 304. NO LONGER A PROSTITUTE, NO LONGER A SUBSTITUTE
A name. It was not just a group of letters used to address someone so they would turn to the caller and not ignore the caller. A name had a deeper meaning than that. A name was used to identify a person, used to distinguish someone from other individuals. A name would always stick with a person from the time they were born until the day they last breathed, and even at their final resting place, their name would also be written or engraved to let everyone know that the body buried underground belonged to the owner of the name. A name was indeed an important part of one's life, and that was why one would not feel happy if someone called them by the wrong name. Perhaps that was also the reason why Vivian had returned to wearing a wedding dress today. It was still the same wedding dress she wore months ago when she officially became Steen's wife, but because she was using someone else's name then, she and Steen decided to have another wedding ceremony to announce to everyone that it was
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 303. DON'T LEAVE ME
Their next stop was the penthouse at the Golden Roof Apartments, and it might also be their last stop. Only three people entered the penthouse after Elena was sent to her family's residence. After Lily and her family were arrested by the police, the house was empty, and that's why Elena lived there temporarily. Yes, only temporarily because Elena planned to move after finding a suitable place to live. Vivian had actually invited her to move in with her and Sarah in the small house, but Elena rejected the idea, saying that she didn't want to disturb the two of them and that Sarah might be uncomfortable if she joined them to live in the cramped house. Vivian said that Sarah wouldn't feel that way because that woman also wanted to meet Elena and wanted to live with her too, but Elena still resisted the idea. In the end, Vivian only said that she would try to find a bigger house, and if that could happen, the three of them might be able to move in together.
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 302. SMALLER BUT WARMER
Someone was standing in the middle of the mansion's stairs. With teary eyes, he looked at the people standing in the living room one by one. His eyes were not only filled with tears, but the two of them were also filled with fear and confusion. He looked lost and lonely even if he wasn't alone in the big building. Maybe the adults in the living room kept talking about Stanley before, but they probably forgot that the kid was also in the mansion the whole time, and they also weren't aware of the possibility that the innocent boy had heard everything from the second floor. But maybe Steen was aware of the possibility, but he simply didn't care at all. That was why he looked away from the boy before saying, "Let's go." Both words were aimed at Vivian and Elena, like how he had suggested the three of them leave the mansion immediately. But neither Vivian nor Elena moved from their positions even after hearing the order, and they both focused their
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 301. DIE ALONE
Steen somehow could not directly answer his father's question this time. He was still grinding his teeth to suppress his anger, but no words could come out of his mouth at this moment. Recalling the disgusting memory, he remembered how he did not find any used condoms in the hotel room, and it was easy to tell that he had done it without any protection the night before. He wasn't even sure if it was because he couldn't think straight when he did it or maybe it was Kate's intention, but he was sure there weren't any used condoms in the hotel room at the time. He wasn't stupid, and that was why he could see the possibility of her being pregnant after they had a such activity that night, and it was also the reason why he hated that kid called Stanley so much. Even if he didn't try to find evidence that Stanley was indeed his son, he could see the similarities the boy had with him, and it had the power to terrify him. Because of that, he had alway
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 300. THE DISGUSTING MEMORY
Kate had been dragged from the mansion by the police, and even the man named Peter had also been caught by the police. Hence, only four people were left in the living room after Marlon also left the place. There were only Steen, Stefan, Vivian, and Elena in the living room. Everyone still ignored the presence of plush sofas in the living room as they preferred to remain standing rather than sitting comfortably. They all even continued to stand like statues. Even Steen who previously looked the calmest of them, now looked shaken after hearing what Kate proudly said before being dragged away by the police. "I always knew that the child was not mine," Stefan muttered breaking the tense silence in the living room. “I always knew about it, but I didn't expect the child to be yours, Steen. How are you going to explain it to me? Do you like your stepmother? You have treated her coldly all along, but you even got her pregnant with your child. I didn't expect yo
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“Recently, that bitch doesn't dare to touch her phone because her phone is haunted by my mother, right? Ah! Even her fear should be enough to tell that she was scared because she had done something to my mother in the past, but I know that such a thing wouldn't be enough to prove that she was indeed a criminal. That's why I focused on finding something on her phones that were ignored by her out of fear in the past week. On one of her cellphones, I found enough evidence to land her in jail.” When everyone was speechless, it was Steen who continued to speak. Turns out that was his real plan. He didn't plan to pressure Kate so she would kill herself just like his mother did years ago, but he just wanted her to ignore her cell phone so he would get a chance to touch it. Yesterday Kate left the mansion without her cell phone, and Steen took the opportunity to look for more evidence in the cell phone. Finally, he found what he was looking for in one of her cell phones.
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 298. KATE'S AFFAIR
"SHUT UP! DON'T TALK NONSENSE IN MY HOUSE!" Kate immediately shouted at Peter, but even her voice sounded unsteady as she looked nervous as hell. Her voice was shaking, her pupils were trembling, and even her breathing was ragged. All eyes suddenly fell on the blonde woman, and it was finally Stefan who opened his mouth to respond to the woman, "Are you sure what he said was just nonsense?" Stefan also looked surprised after hearing what Peter had just said, but he still had time to ask the woman that question. At this moment, the woman no longer glared at the kneeling man, and instead, she stiffly shifted her gaze to Stefan. Stefan was her husband, and he was known for his strict and assertive personality. Many people were afraid of him, even Kate was afraid of him before they got married years ago. But today she somehow looked scared again when she had to face the old man even if the man was her spouse. “D-don't listen to what that
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 297. TRUTH AFTER TRUTH
Steen had revealed everything. He had disclosed how Vivian and Elena were actually part of a family living far away from Haston City, but Elena was kidnapped by Lily and her husband two decades ago. At that time, the twins' parents died in a car accident, and little Vivian was found by a couple after the incident, and she was raised by the couple into adulthood. Steen deliberately did not mention how Sarah had purposely taken Vivian as her daughter instead of returning the child to her relatives, nor did he mention the name of the family Vivian and Elena came from. He didn't think that the information was necessary, and that's why he kept it a secret. And maybe Stefan really didn't need that information, and the story Steen had just uncovered had shocked the old man enough. His pair of eyes widened as he looked at the twins, but he still didn't say anything as he still couldn't overcome his shock. Steen could see how his father was stunned by
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 296. THE CULPRIT
It was Marlon who had just entered the mansion, but this time he was not alone. His hand was holding another person's arm, and that person's hands were tied with a rope behind his back. After arriving at the living room, Marlon forced the person to kneel in front of the five people. One person looked confident after seeing the person's appearance in the living room, while three other people looked shocked and confused, then one person looked scared as her eyes widened when she saw the person who had just arrived in the living room with Marlon. "So, he's the person, Marlon?" It was Steen who looked confident upon seeing the person's arrival in the living room, and although his question was directed at Marlon, his eyes were glued to the figure kneeling in front of him. “Yes, sir,” Marlon immediately answered his boss's question. “His name is Peter Ford, and he works in a bar in town. He's the one who posted that anonymous article about you, sir.”
