She had sold that house a long time ago, but the money was squandered before she was even put in


    jail.


    Hence, she had no money left at all.


    “You don''t have money? Then shut up!" Jean bent down with a sinister look on his face and pped


    Marie''s face a few times with the cash in his hands. "In my house, I''m in charge. If you don''t have


    money, just shut the f*ck up!"


    His breath reeked of alcohol, and Marie looked at him full of hatred.


    "What''s with that look? Just looking at you makes me lose my appetite! If you don''t want to live here,


    get out. With that run-down body of yours, no one will take pity on you and give you a ce to live!"


    Jean showed no mercy as he pinched her chin forcefully.


    Instantly, Marie''s face was bruised by the pinch.


    "It hurts!" She was in so much pain that her tears started overflowing.


    Jean grunted and let go. He was put in a good mood again upon seeing the cash in his hand.


    "If you still want to live here, be more honest with me. For old times'' sake, I won''t let you starve to


    death." After saying those cruel words, Jean turned around and went back to his room.


    Marie massaged her chin in silence while tears streamed down her face and hatred filled her eyes.


    She hated Bianca, she hated Jean, and she hated it all!


    Jean had spent almost all the money he took from her, but he still had enough to splurge for quite some


    time now with the stack of money he got from who knew where!


    All he cared about was money, right? Then, she would turn him into a poor wretch!


    Marie sat on the sofa and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with dead eyes.


    After drinking, Jean would usually beat people up violently and go to sleep afterward. Not to mention,


    he was the type to sleep like a log.


    She waited until he had fallen into a deep sleep.


    The clock on the wall ticked away. After an hour, Marie slowly got up.


    Her legs were still sore, so she had to hold on to the furniture as she made her way to the room.


    Jean slept soundly after drinking wine.


    His snores were so loud that they even drowned out the sound of her walking in.


    The corners of Marie''s mouth curled up into an ominous smile. When she had money, Jean treated her


    like a treasure; now that she had no money, he treated her like dirt.


    She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine!


    Marie knew about Jean''s habit of tucking cash under his pillow when he was asleep so that he would


    wake up immediately if someone were to take his money.


    However, Jean was drunk at the moment and sleeping like a dead pig.


    The smile on Marie''s face grew wider and wider as she lifted the corner of the pillow with one hand.


    She reached under it with the other.


    She instantly pulled out the thick wad of money, and her heart started racing.


    She got it!


    Marie stuffed the money in her pocket.


    The wad of cash was so thick that it formed a bulge in her pocket.


    A dim light shone through the doorway, so she could see the room clearly. The money was already in


    her hands, yet Jean was still unconscious with his mouth wide open.


    Hatred shed through Marie''s eyes.


    If it were not for him, the rest of her life would not have been ruined. She was even naive enough to


    think that she would have a stable home this time. Who knew...


    Marie wanted to murder Jean!


    However, she could not do it as murdering was against thew. She did not want to go back to prison


    and suffer the consequences again.


    Marie squinted as she looked at the watch on his wrists. How eye-catching.


    She remembered that he bought this watch the day after he got the money from selling Nina''s


    information.


    Jean was just a poor loser, yet he splurged on a thousand-dor watch just to show off!


    Marie carefully undid the strap and took the watch with her.


    This watch could be sold for a lot of money too!


    After Marie got what she wanted, she looked contemptuously at Jean lying on the bed. He should be


    d that this was A City, a ce with a well-established legal system. Otherwise, he would have been


    dead by now.


    After feeling her bulging pocket, she turned to leave the room. She took out the suitcase she had


    packed two days ago from the storage room and walked out of Jean''s house.


    She had thought about leaving after being beaten two days ago, and she had packed her bags as well.


    However, she realized that she had no money, so she had nowhere to go at the time. However, she


    could finally leave now.


    Marie got a taxi by the road and had the driver bring her to the station so that Jean would not be able to


    find her.


    With this few thousand dors, she could live outside for a good while.


    It would not be toote toe back if she ran out of money, and she had a backup n if Jean were


    to ever ask her for money. Hence, she had nothing to be afraid of.


    It was the following day.


    After Jean woke up, he sat up and reached under his pillow only to find out that the money he put


    under the pillow was gone, along with his watch.


    “Marie, you b*tch!" He stormed out of the room and realized that the house was empty. Even the lights


    fromst night were still on.


    At that moment, Jean panicked and fumbled around for his phone to call Marie''s hooligan friends one


    by one.


    After making a round of calls, all of them said that they had not seen Marie.


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    Marie had run away with his money!


    Jean rummaged through the house, yet there was no sign of Marie''s luggage, so he sat on the floor as


    he realized that she actually ran away with his money this time.


    He was penniless right now...


    Jean touched his famished stomach. He had too much fun yesterday, and drinking was the only thing


    on his mind. Hence, he ended up vomiting everything he ate along with the alcohol.


    He had nothing left on him, not even money to buy breakfast.


    Jean had no choice but to call Anna.


    "Mom, have you had breakfast yet?" Jean asked the person on the other end of the call.


    Anna sounded a little weak but still in good spirits. "I''ve had breakfast. Why?"


    "Mom, I don''t have any money for breakfast. Can you transfer some money to me?" asked Jean.


    If he had money, he would usually turn it into cash as he had offended too many people. He might get


    caught by someone anytime, so the money in his phone was not safe.


    "Why are you out of money again? Didn''t you say you had money a few days ago?" Anna''s tone


    changed when she heard Jean asking her for money.


    Nina had her money under tight regtion right now. Even the money in the hospital could not be taken


    out. Plus, all her previous savings had been given to Jean, so she had no money.


    "Won''t I eventually spend all my money? Quick, transfer me some money. I have no cash on hand right


    now and I''m starving," Jean urged.


    "I don''t have money in my card either. How about this? I still have a hundred dors of cash on me. You


    cane and get it," said Anna as she could not bear seeing her precious son go hungry.


    "Did Nina not give you any money? Why don''t you have money in your card?" Jean did not believe it.


    Even if Nina was ruthless to him, Anna was her mother, so Nina would never do the same to her.


    "That stupid girl just left me a bit of cash for food. How would I have any money in my card?" Anna


    gnashed her teeth in frustration as Nina did it on purpose. She would not be able to support Jean


    without money in her card.