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    “I haven’t.”


    “Alright, but we are closing soon. If you’re interested in buying a house, you cane straight to the sales office when you have time, and I will give you a tour. We can exchange contact details, and I will send the property information to your phone afterward.”


    Leaningzily into the back of her chair, Maia replied, “No need. I’ll take Apartment 1506, Unit 2, Block A. I’ll send the deposit today ande in tomorrow to sign.”


    “E-excuse me?” the stunned receptionist stammered after a brief pause.


    Marvelous Garden wasn’t just any development — it was one of Wront’s premier residential projects, known for its luxury and exclusivity. Each unit came with a jaw-dropping price tag of over ten million, and the one Maia had chosen wasn’t just any unit — it sat on the best floor in the most coveted section. If not for the staggering price, it would have been snapped up long ago. Still, the woman on the phone hadn’t even seen the apartment firsthand and tossed money at it like it was nothing.


    Suspicion gnawed at the saleswoman — how did this customer even know that the unit was still avable?


    Hearing only silence on the other end, Maia tilted her head slightly and asked, “Is there a problem?”


    Jolted out of her daze, the saleswoman scrambled to respond, “No! No problem at all, ma’am. I’ll add you on WhatsApp. You cane by tomorrow to sign.”


    “Sounds good,” Maia answered lightly.


    Clutching her phone in disbelief, the saleswoman sat there, giddy. A whole day without a single sale, and now, right before closing, she hadnded a deal worth millions. Talk about a miracle.


    Back at her desk, Maia shifted her focus and tapped out a series ofmands on her keyboard. In seconds, a page loaded — its ck background and blood-red text giving off a menacing vibe.


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    No IP address. No trace. Just a single word stamped in the corner like a brand: “Killer.”


    With steady fingers, Maia posted a bounty.


    It barely took a few minutes before someone epted the task. Simple. Safe. High-paying. It was a dream assignment for whoever picked it up. Leaning back in her chair, Maia allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. She had always believed in bnce. An eye for an eye. Fairness, in her own way.


    The following morning, a message popped up on her phone. It was from Elvira. “Maia, I’ve reserved a bed for you. I’ll be at the Primary Healthcare Center this afternoon. Will you being?”


    Without dy, Maia responded, “I will.”


    Elvira had only just begun to feel a flicker of excitement when another message popped up.


    Maia added, “I’m bringing a patient with me too.”


    Elvira found herself at aplete loss for words.


    Early that morning, Maia set off, making her way to the sales office at Marvelous Garden to sign a new contract. Afterward, she headed straight to the mall, determined to pick up some clothes for Kathie and Ethan.


    Trying on the new outfits, Ethan couldn’t hide the wide grin stretching across his face. Meanwhile, Kathie kept her eyes on the fabric, her voice low and unsure. “I really appreciate it, Maia… but you didn’t have to.”


    In her heart, Kathie still saw Maia as a child cast aside by the Morgans after a prison sentence, someone who probably didn’t have much to her name. No matter how kind Maia was, Kathie always felt they were an extra weight on her shoulders.


    Reaching out to reassure her, Maia said warmly, “Kathie, you and Ethan are the only family I have left. Taking care of you is the least I can do.” In her mind, it wasn’t even that much.


    Later that afternoon, she took them to the Primary Healthcare Center for a full checkup.


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