I Borrowed Money From My Bullies Before Faking My Death Chapter 03

I Borrowed Money From My Bullies Before Faking My Death Chapter 03

Knox dragged me straight back to his place.

I fought him the whole way there.

Didn’t matter. He never untied me. My struggling got me nowhere.

Knox’s mouth curled. He clamped a hand down on my thrashing legs. “Stop pretending. Weren’t you the one following me? Too bad. You’re not my type. But my brother got a thing for girls like you. Land him, and at least your effort won’t be wasted.”

I stayed silent. Refused to engage.

Silently, I asked the System, [What are my chances of slipping away?]

The System sounded exasperated. [You’ve got a gift-wrapped opportunity, and you want to run? Then how exactly do you plan to finish the ‘Bitter Gaze’ task?]

[The whole reason you were tailing Knox is that he’s always at racetracks and bars. Think his elder brother Silas is the same?]

It clicked. Good point.

But I was still scared.

I still owed them money.

The System tried again.

[That amount is pocket change. Silas is way too busy, and you’re way too ordinary. There’s no chance he’d even remember you.]

I agreed.

The System’s reassurances calmed me down a little.

It encouraged me. [Good luck.]

During the years I’d been gone, the System told me the plot had gone off the rails.

The male leads never met the female lead. She’d gone abroad to study and built her own career.

But my task stayed the same. Thank God. I just wanted my payout.

…

For the next few days, Knox was nowhere to be seen.

He kept me locked up in that massive mansion.

Sure, it was basically imprisonment. But there was a housekeeper, a cook, a full staff. I ate, I slept, I ate again.

Then, a week later.

A swarm of people flooded the estate. Decorations everywhere.

I leaned over my bedroom balcony, staring down. [It’s Silas’ birthday.]

The System piped up. [If I recall correctly, before you faked your death, he made you prepare an elaborate gift for him every single birthday.]

Translation: You seriously forgot his birthday?

I muttered, [He wasn’t the only one demanding gifts. There were two others. And I had no money.]

[Didn’t they give you money?]

I said, very seriously, [If they gave it to me, it’s mine. What does that have to do with their birthday presents?]

[You got a point.]