Lizelle's Point of View
After I read the card, I threw it away. He was kind enough to help me out and give me a chance to get out of that auction hell. However, I'm scared that perhaps he was like that insane debt collector.
They will make you think they're nice and want to help you, but later on, they will get more— including your whole life and body.
I kicked the rock once more, and it rolled. My stomach growled as I took a deep breath.
'It would have been nice if I had some money left from what I owned to the debt collector.'
Wait...
I quickly rummaged through the jacket, hoping to find money, but I found nothing. Something shone on the coat just as I was about to give up.
As I looked, the light had gone out. I took off my jacket to get a better look at it. I waited three minutes for it to light up again, but nothing happened. I would have worn the coat again if I had just not heard a ring. I paused to listen more. Slowly, my ear followed the sound, which came from the jacket's secret pocket.
It shone brightly, a red light. However, I couldn't figure out how to open the secret pocket.
After minutes of trying hard to open it, I tore the fabric where the glow was. I grabbed the item right away and discovered a small chip.
I kept a close eye on it. After it stopped flashing, I noticed something that resembled a dot button. The sudden sound almost made my heart jump out of my heart. The chip is tiny, but the sound almost deafens me. I pressed the dot button, and someone immediately spoke to that chip.
"Are you planning on sleeping somewhere?" I'm unsure if the question is directed at the guard who owns the jacket or me. When I didn't respond, the chip's voice spoke again, "You. The woman at the auction. Why don't you respond?"
"Why? Why bother me now that I thought I could do whatever I wanted?" Even though he couldn't see, I rolled my eyes. "You should not have sent me here, made me enjoy myself outside, and then abruptly made me your servant. It's as if after I crave freedom, you suddenly said it was a joke."
"Don't worry, I'm just wondering if you have roof on your head or food that you can eat. I can help you if you want." The man's voice lacked any hint of deception. He didn't laugh either because his voice remained bored and chilly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I don't want to doubt, but I don't know him. I also couldn't find a reason for him to help me. If he still wanted me to be his slave, shouldn't he have taken me with him in the first place?
I'm confused!
"I'm not interested, and could you please stop calling me? I can take care of myself!"
I answered him immediately because I didn't want to repeat what had happened to me with them showing 'help.' Just in case, this man may have done worse than the debt collector who brought me to the auction.
After I yelled at him with that thing, I threw the chip straight away while the cold breeze blew in my direction.
Before strolling again, I put on the jacket and slid my hands into the pocket.
Because of the many buildings where the guard and driver dropped me off, I couldn't find an alley to sleep in. I didn't want to return to my old sleeping quarters. It's all addicts and drug users; despite my distress, I'm not ready to use that. I was also concerned that they would later rape me. It's a different era now; even if you're best friends, they can still hurt you.
People passed by on their way home from work, whereas I had just sat down. I stared at the air and thought I was like a rabbit running away from a lion.
I want to fall asleep in this waiting chair and let the lonely evening take my soul. This isn't the kind of tiredness that can be remedied with a few hours of rest or sleep. I'm like a tired corpse hoping for the truck to crush into me.
But what exactly am I afraid of? In the end, I can't help but swallow my sadness, and even if I tell the wind, the only thing it can respond with is a cold hug that appears to be a sad embrace.
I looked up to prevent my tears from falling when the building lit up, and a large screen appeared. Even the building's mirrors are already made into screens. It's different now. It's just interesting to see how the city develops.
An announcer appeared on the screen, holding a piece of paper as a script.
"It's been two years since the heinous arson in the Smith family's home happened. Even the couple did not survive. What do we think happened to the sole heiress? Where could be Smith's heiress now?"
The announcer said a lot more, but the photo series left me speechless.
Those are my auction photos. I watched the people who watched, passed by, cracked jokes, and their laughter echoed in my head as if I were disgusting. I could even hear two pretty girls in front of me.
"She is beautiful! However, many men have already touched her in this case!"
"It's different when you're not used to hard work. You'll do anything to get up from a poor life," another woman replied and chuckled.
'That's not true!'
'There is no way that I would do that...'
My chest clenched at what they said. I felt my personality was so filthy. When the news ended, the next man to show up on the screen was a man holding a construction helmet.
The man who helped me with the auction! AGAIN!
They also showed his name.
Tyron Davis.
After that video, the screen died—the name of the building where the TV screen had been before flashed.
"T. D Multinational Group."
That was the name of the building and the name of the corporation on the card that was given to me. Before I made my decision, I inhaled and exhaled, and without any second thought, I dashed toward the building.
When I got closer, I noticed the man's car, and he was about to board.
"Wait a moment!"
The man didn't seem surprised and seemed to be expecting my arrival. I sighed as I approached him and told him what I needed.
"I'll do whatever you want. But I have a favor I want to ask you."
Lizelle's Point of View I took a seat at the circular table. The surroundings are highly white and comfortable to look at, and the condominium Tryon bought for me is also relatively large. I'm unsure how he purchased such a luxury condo in just an hour. There isn't much décor yet; all that's there is a queen-size bed, a side table, chairs, and a table. I don't have a closet or clothes other than what I'm wearing now."I've already paid for it. It's yours now."I looked at Tyron's eyes, but he paid me no attention. After we chatted in front of his building, I informed him that I would do anything as long as he agreed in my favor. He promptly looked for a condominium because the first thing I asked for was a place to sleep."What favor do you demand?" He sat in the chair across from me and crossed his legs. When he stared at my eyes, I almost drowned in my saliva because there was something stuck in my throat. His blue pupils felt like they stole the life out of me.A tingle pleasure
Lizelle’s Point of View*Ding dong*I wiped the sweat from my forehead when the doorbell rang again. I cleaned the room because Tyron bought me the successive influx of things. I wandered my eyes around. The utensils in my condominium are complete. I also have a closet, plates, and other cooking utensils. He also sent me a refrigerator. It’s a good thing the condominium is enormous.When I opened the door, I saw the men wearing orange uniforms as they brought the items once more. I lifted my one brow and peered behind me; nothing was no longer missing in this room, so why were they back? The first man in orange bowed before he gave me a piece of paper to sign again.“Good evening, Miss Luna. Sorry about coming late. We went in the evening because Mr. Tyron requested it late. Just sign this so we may enter and set the sofa to where you want it.” He had already given me the paper and the pen and I read what was written first.Luna?The reason for writing is to inform you of the receivin
Lizelle's Point of View Before I fainted, I heard the monitor's beeping noise and flashing color. They slowly lay me down and injected something before my eyelids slowly fell off. Tyron was the last person I saw, standing in a corner with a serious yet somewhat worried face.I woke up in a white room. I could see nothing but white around me. 'Where am I?''How many hours of sleep have I had?'When I arose from my slumber, the thing I tread on was likewise white and fluffy. I paid close attention to where someone was laughing. I approached carefully at first since I couldn't see their faces. As I arrived, I saw two people chuckling. One of them was wearing a white dress and a white flower crown, while the man dressed all in white. When they spotted me, they both stopped and smiled.My eyes widened as I realized who those are."Mom! Dad!" I ran to hug them and cried. "Mom! Dad! Let's go home!" I didn't remove the embrace from them. Nevertheless, it gradually surprised me when the su
Lizelle’s Point of View “Welcome to [Cancer Research Charity]. Our 3rd Annual Report Leadership Conference. Today, we will discuss the results of our Charity Project for this year. Of course, everyone is welcome. They also encouraged people to pitch in. Individuals who wish to support and give to those people who want to live longer,” The emcee announced. I was at the charity conference where Tyron intended to implement the first plan. He directed me here since this was supposed to be Lorenzo’s focus this year, assisting cancer patients so that more people could support him. Tyron suggested that to gain Lorenzo’s attention and become close to him; we should compete with what he had—to what he wanted. It had been a month since they operated on my face. I think nothing has changed. The first point to mention was the eyes; they just layered my eyelids. To look more mature, they made my lower lip thick. They slightly pointed at the nose while the cheekbone was enlarged. Only my hair ch
Lizelle's Point of View When the Charity Event concluded, I pretended to be someone with a true heart who wanted to support cancer patients who wanted to live longer. I wanted to assist people, but I didn't want to deceive myself because that was not why I came here in the first place. Many corporate leaders approached me after the event. They inquired about my business. I didn't answer them about it and pretended to be a model, wishing to help those in genuine need. I stayed there as they eventually returned home. I had no idea what to do next because Tyron and I had not discussed what to do when the event ended. I was unsure what his orders were because so many people came up to me, but it didn't seem that disastrous that he didn't give me any instructions because the "rice was reaching the chicken." The chicken would sit there and wait for the rice so it could peck. While I pretended to be busy, Lorenzo approached me. I was ready to walk away when he grabbed my hand and dragged
Lizelle's Point of ViewMy feet quickly reverted to their previous position. I dashed over to his back and examined the tablet he was strolling with his hands. I snatched it from him when I saw Lorenzo's name on one of the calendar numbers. I immediately grinned. He yanked it from my grasp and pointed to the electric stove. There was also a gas stove, but I might use the electric stove as we were the only two people in the house.I pretended to chuckle at him before walking away and picking up the frying fan. That was something I was thinking about right now. "Hehe. Can you tell me what you want me to cook?" I was still giggling with delight."Cook just what you are familiar with. You barely know how to cook, anyway." His tone was usually solemn, and his face was expressionless. He did not pause to press the tablet. I'd stare at him when he closed the iPad, and then he looked at me."I'm going to prepare a meal." I held back from slapping him with the frying pan I was carrying, even t
Right now, I’m at Tyron's office, and he’s trying to figure out where Lorenzo and I will meet. It’s like if I’m a girlfriend attempting to discover whether my partner is cheating. It just made me feel nauseous. After Lorenzo and I finished talking, he was abruptly called and informed that there was an issue at their workplace. It’s inconvenient for me since that’s my only hope to ask if he knows the case about the Smith. I’m at his office because of what happened. Isn’t that also great news? I managed to persuade Lorenzo to join me for a meal out.“Take a seat first; you haven’t even gotten that man’s phone number. You would have been conversing and inquiring where you would meet if you had taken his number to make our plan easier.” Tyron frankly stated. I felt it was a huge issue to him that I did not get Lorenzo's phone number. For five minutes, I didn’t even speak to that man! I didn’t even put my acting skills to work!But, amid my mental whining, I got a flash of insight about w
“What should I wear?” Now I’m throwing to bed my favorite outfits. I’m undecided about what I’ll wear. Lorenzo and I are going to meet up tonight! What if he turns off to what I’m wearing, and our plan comes to fruition? Isn’t that correct? Little things may have a tremendous impact!“Just wear everything you want. Because you are so attractive, perhaps everything will work out for you.” Even though Tyron couldn’t see me, I smiled at him. On his phone, this guy is playing Candy Crush. I’m not sure why. Instead of making him laugh, it makes his robot face appear even more attractive. I was exhausted and leaned over him. His legs were crossed, and he didn’t even glance at me.“Am I really beautiful?” I bumped into his back to annoy him because of what he said, but I didn’t get any other answer from him. I went to the cabinet again to search. I don’t know how I’ll fix these scattered clothes later! There are still no maids in the house. Thank God, and he didn’t let me cook for him or let