Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
"I'll start from the beginning. Otherwise, your five million wouldn't be worth it, would it?"
I playfully blinked at him.
Eugene suppressed his impatience and nodded.
So I began telling the story of Johnson and me.
Though Johnson took a liking to me, at first, he only saw me as a mistress.
He was fiercely protective of his daughter and never let her know about our relationship.
Once, his daughter accidentally discovered our chat logs on my phone and threw a fit.
Because of that, Johnson cut ties with me.
His daughter stopped coming to my beauty salon.
But a few days later, he sought me out again.
He said he needed the injections.
Eugene interrupted urgently, "Injections? What injections?"
I smiled and pointed at my still smooth, youthful skin. "Beauty injections, of course."
"You see, Johnson wanted eternal youth. He feared death, feared aging. He prayed to stay forever young, strong, and healthy."
Day after day, I gave him treatments, maintaining his appearance.
Johnson often marveled that no famous doctor or master aesthetician could compare with the skills in my little shop.
"Of course not. The beauty injections I gave him were laced with the very substance he hated most—an addictive drug.
"After the injections, his skin would tighten dramatically in a short time, but it was all just borrowing against his vitality.
"The worse his skin got, the more he needed my treatments.
"He was addicted."
Eugene stared at me in shock.
I knew it was illegal.
But if I didn't say something shocking, how else could I keep him hooked?
Eventually, even Johnson's daughter accepted me.
The reason? The same—she loved my beauty injections too.
At least compared with other women, I was honest and clean.
During our second year together, Johnson and his daughter came for their injections, but he suddenly kicked everyone out, and in particular, ordering me to take his daughter away.
But he had no idea that my salon was full of hidden cameras.
That night, I reviewed the footage and heard him say on the phone:
"Those roses can be plucked now."
"The sunflowers—keep nurturing them."
"The lemons and grapes are still useful. Leave them for now."
Eugene frowned. "What did he mean?"
I grinned, leaning closer to him.
"These...are grapes." I pointed at my own eyes.
Then I gestured to my abdomen. "And here? Lemons."
"And the roses and sunflowers...?"
I glanced outside at the schoolchildren passing by and whispered, "Boys are sunflowers. Girls are roses."
Eugene was so stunned he dropped his cup.
I smirked. "All under 14 years old.
"Johnson grew up near the border. Death never scared him. At first, he just stole corpses for profit. But what really made him rich was living people.
"He discovered that the upper class had unspeakable tastes.
"Children's organs are healthier than adults and therefore more valuable...a goldmine.
"Guess how much wealthy parents would pay for a matching organ to save their own child?
"Especially when he owned an entire cemetery. Bury the evidence under a tombstone—who would ever know?"
Eugene took a deep breath. "I did some investigation. Before you met Johnson, you had a daughter. So you..."
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