Chapter 9

After being thrown out of the reception, Cyrus didn't give up.

He took Meadow back to the Westhill Villa.

That was Sterling family property, and his and Meadow's nest these past three years.

He wanted to grab some of the watches and antiques I'd given him to sell for cash to make a comeback.

However, when he entered the password, the door lock emitted a harsh alarm:

"Incorrect password."

He refused to believe it and tried again.

"Incorrect password. System locked."

"Impossible! That woman Vivienne actually changed the password?!"

Cyrus flew into a rage, kicking the door.

Just then, the door opened from inside.

Several uniformed movers emerged carrying huge black garbage bags.

"What are you doing! This is my house!" Cyrus rushed forward to grab them.

The head butler coldly pushed him away. "Mr. Wilde, Miss Sterling has given orders. This property has been reclaimed. As for what's inside..."

The butler gestured at the garbage bags on the ground. "Miss Sterling said since the person is no longer wanted, the trash that person left should also be cleaned out. These are your personal belongings. Please take them."

Cyrus tore open a garbage bag with trembling hands.

Inside were clothes he'd worn, toothbrushes he'd used, and Meadow's pile of cheap pink stuffed animals.

But all the valuable watches, paintings, limited edition collectibles, all gone.

"Where are my watches! Where are my car keys!" Cyrus shouted like a madman.

The butler remained expressionless. "Those were all assets purchased by Miss Sterling, belonging to Sterling Corporation, not to you. You only had usage rights, not ownership."

"Additionally, Miss Sterling asked me to inform you that the thirteen million and fifty thousand dollars you charged over these three years. The lawyer's letter is on its way. Please prepare for repayment."

"Thirteen... million?"

Meadow nearly fainted hearing this, screaming, "Cyrus! Didn't you say that money was what you earned? Didn't you say the Sterling family was just your ATM? We have to pay it back? We'll go to prison!"

Hit in his sore spot, Cyrus turned and backhanded Meadow across the face.

"Shut up! If you hadn't demanded to buy this and that every day, would I have spent so much? Having second thoughts now? Get lost!"

Meadow clutched her face crying but didn't dare leave.

Because she was also a parasite. Without Cyrus, she didn't even know where she'd sleep tonight.

The rain fell harder.

Cyrus and Meadow crouched by the villa entrance clutching garbage bags, like two homeless dogs.

And in the distance, the Sterling family's brilliant lights would never shine on them again.