When I woke up, it was already the next afternoon. Henry Jones sat beside the bed, his expression unreadable.

“Lola Miran, did you bring me to your bed last night?”

I frowned. “It was you who—”

“Don’t even think about it again. If you do, I’ll have to ask you to move out.”

I fell silent. He wouldn’t believe me, and I didn’t want to explain.

The sale of the old house went smoothly, and Kali managed to collect over 40 million dollars. I figured I’d aim for a total of 50 million to return to Henry Jones—an even number looked nicer.

Most items were sold, but the remaining ones...