Please Confess Your Seed!

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Claudya eventually left because no one recognized her in this location. She returned to her rented house and could only think about her fate.

That was completely out of her hands. She couldn't do anything because she lacked the authority to silence this man named Morgan.

Claudya had just fallen asleep in her bed at 7 a.m. She was truly helpless in the face of what had happened to her today.

Everything was destroyed in an instant: my career, my life, and my good name. Except for one close friend who still worked there, no one could accept her anymore.

Claudya was still crying, unsure of what to do next. Her savings are depleting, but this rented house has some rent left for the next few months.

'At the very least, I can survive for a while longer. I still need to find another job, one that will allow me to survive,' Claudya thought, her determination still strong.

Her phone began to vibrate. She checked it, and it was a text message from Pricillia.

"Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as I finish my work. Whatever you do after this, I will support you. Please do not hesitate to seek my assistance." Fill in the blanks with a brief message from Pricillia.

"At least, I still have a friend who can make my heart calm down a little," Claudya muttered, feeling a little better.

Claudya spent her time crying until she finally fell asleep, exhausted. She was so depressed that he couldn't feel anything else.

Until her doorbell woke her up from her deep sleep. Claudya stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, immediately correcting her gaze.

"Did I fall asleep? I don't know how long I haven't slept this soundly," Claudya grumbled, then stood up and walked to the front door of her house.

"Priscilla, here I come!" Claudya said as she opened the door to her room.

Her gaze was drawn to someone who was completely unfamiliar to her. She had no idea who the man in front of her was.

"Good afternoon," said the middle-aged man in front of her.

"Good afternoon," Claudya replied, her face puzzled. "Who are you searching for?" she inquired.

"Is that correct, you're Claudya Rodeo?" he inquired.

"Correct."

"My name is Charles, and I work for the Chasvier family," he explained, instantly widening Claudya's eyes in surprise.

"What brought you here?" Claudya, who was very concerned about his arrival, asked.

"May I come in?" he asked, dismissing Claudya's words.

Claudya was furious because she didn't want to receive guests from the Chasvier family, who had caused her to lose everything she owned. However, if she does not accept Charles, she is concerned that everyone around her will learn negative things about her and Morgan.

"All right, please come in."

They also went into Claudya's house, which was very simple. Charles could only look at every piece of furniture in this house, all the way to the living room.

'She's really poor,' Charles thought, as he was struck by this woman who had the good fortune to sleep with Morgan Chasvier.

Claudya asked cynically, "What do you need to come here for?" to start their conversation.

The tone of the conversation became solemn.

"I came to your house because I wanted to apologize to you for what happened to you," he said, making Claudya glare angrily at Charles.

"Is this the attitude of the Chasvier family, who are said to be well liked? Why didn't the guilty party personally apologize? Why do you have to use someone like this?" Claudya, who was clearly upset by the situation, snapped.

Charles understood what Claudya was feeling at this time because he came from a lowly family.

"Miss, I understand how you feel. However, life in the city is difficult. Coming from the suburbs, I noticed your background. Similarly to myself," Claudya was irritated even more by Charles's statement.

"Yeah, I'd been working hard to find a decent job, and that Chasvier guy blew it all up in an instant. Even though it was his fault, everyone berated me, who was already at a disadvantage. I was accused without evidence and lost everything!" Clauya yelled, which made Charles sad.

In fact, Morgan Chasvier never asked Charles to come to Claudya's house. He took the initiative to do it because he felt terrible about his carelessness, which had exacerbated the error. The girl he had chosen for Morgan that night had not yet arrived, so this error occurred.

Charles took out a checkbook and set it on the table across from Claudya. "Please fill in as much as you want. You will be excused from the problems you are experiencing," he said.

Claudya scowled at him. "You pity me?" she asked sarcastically.

"Not at all, Miss. I'd like to apologize to you and make an exception for you."

"I don't need pity!" exclaimed Claudya in front of Charles. "I don't need the Chasviers, nor do I need your money! That money he took from me will never change anything! You'd better get out of here!" She snapped, not wanting any visitors from the Chasvier family, not even the maids.

Charles' attitude was confirmed when he saw Claudya's treatment of him. He stood in front of Claudya, who was still enraged.

"Come on, miss. I'll go back to the Chasvier family castle. If you run into a problem that you can't solve because of this issue, you can come to the castle and ask for help. We will always give you exactly what you want. No matter how much it is," Charles said, making Claudya even more irritated.

Claudya screamed angrily, 'Is this a movie? Why is it so easy to give anything to others? How wealthy is the Chasvier family?' She reflected on how little she knew about the Chasvier family.

"Please excuse me."

Charles then left, leaving Claudya to recline on the shabby couch. She squeezed her hair, irritated by the circumstances that had caused her to act this way.

"Oh, Morgan! How could he have done this to me? Why should I accept orders and deliver food to his room? If I hadn't, maybe none of this would have happened!" exclaimed Claudya, feeling terrible about what she had done.

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