In ancient times, there were kings who would set the beacon fire just to make a beauty smile.
But if granting her a few days of freedom made her smile, what's the harm in that?
The red sports car drove away, and Yulia O'Connell didn't know that the freedom given by that scheming man would come at a cost.
"Where are we going?" Melody Thorne asked, comfortably seated in the back seat.
"To collect a debt," Yulia O'Connell snorted.
"Who owes it?"
"My stepdad."
Melody Thorne "... You're not dragging us into a brawl, are you?"
"What else?" Yulia O'Connell shrugged her shoulders. "I have no friends left, just you, so of course, I have to bring you along to make a scene."
Melody Thorne "…I'm not good at arguing."
"If you're not good at arguing, just standing is fine."
The car stopped, and Yulia O'Connell led them into an underground gambling den, where people not only gambled money but also other things.
Some people here were down-and-out while others struck it rich overnight.
