Chapter 5

I roughly knew what was going on. Before I came to find Carola, Mr. John had already contacted me.

That man was shrewd, knew I had good fortune, and had benefited from it before. But this time I refused directly and made it clear to him: "Carola's affairs from now on have nothing to do with me."

But it seems Carola's credentials weren't enough.

Borges was best at reading the room. He immediately approached me with a fake smile: "Daniel, look, this deal is so important to Carola! You've helped her so much before—help her through this, sign this contract, and come with us... together?"

I suddenly laughed. Just now they were cursing me, and now they were begging: "Weren't you just saying you hated me, that I humiliated you? What's wrong? The stolen fortune can't handle the situation, so you need me again?"

Carola obviously had no patience, her tone harsh: "I'm giving you a chance to make money! Name your price, come with me to sign a contract."

"I don't want a penny, and from now on your affairs have nothing to do with me! We're even!"

I found it laughable and didn't want to deal with them. After speaking, I turned to leave.

"You're forcing us to get rough!"

Carola suddenly rushed forward and grabbed my hair, pulling it back. Almost simultaneously, Borges forcefully locked my arms from behind.

"Let go! What are you doing!" I struggled desperately.

Carola leaned close to my ear: "If you won't go, then your finger will go for you. After all, a fingerprint is all we need."

Borges chuckled behind me: "Thanks for your hard work, Daniel."

Before I could react, a cold flash appeared before my eyes—Carola actually pulled out a folding knife from her pocket!

"Help! Murder!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The hotel manager who rushed over pulled out his phone to call the police, but Carola turned and smiled: "It's fine, just playing with my boyfriend."

The manager called out doubtfully: "Mr. Daniel? Mr. Daniel, are you alright?"

I couldn't respond. The knife tip was pressing hard against my lower back.

Borges lowered his voice and whispered in my ear: "Say anything wrong, and I'll stab it in right now."

They dragged me forcefully into the suite.

The door slammed shut. Borges locked it.

I was thrown hard onto the sofa.

"You're crazy?! Forcibly taking fortune and hurting people will accelerate the backlash!" I shouted breathlessly.

"Backlash?" Carola sneered. "At this point, you're still making up stories to scare us?"

"What you switched wasn't a fortune destiny! It's my money curse!"

I shouted it directly.

The two froze, then burst into laughter.

I stared at them and emphasized again: "I'm cursed by money! The reason I didn't buy you assets before wasn't because I was stingy—I literally couldn't! The way you're acting evil now will only make the retribution come faster!"

The two laughed so hard they almost rolled on the ground.

Carola asked while laughing: "Alright then, tell me, with the five hundred thousand in my account now, how long can I live?"

"Five days!" I said decisively.

"If you don't spend it all within five days, you'll definitely die!"

"Five days? Isn't that too long?" Before Carola finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed my left hand.

Before I could see what she was doing, a piercing pain shot through my left thumb!

"Ahhh—!!!"

The pain was so intense I nearly blacked out, cold sweat pouring down.

She! She actually used the knife to cut off my thumb directly!

She held the bloody severed finger, grinning wickedly, and forcefully pressed a bloody fingerprint on a piece of paper.

"Mmm~ This way, Mr. John should accept it too." She hummed smugly.

"You're so clever, darling~" Borges held her.

I trembled from the pain, their triumphant laughter ringing in my ears.

Carola grabbed a stack of bills and threw them hard in my face: "Here, your reward! Enough to buy ten of your fingers!"

"You! Will be hit by backlash soon!" I endured the intense pain, staring at them.

They laughed even harder. Borges crossed his arms and stood to the side, kicking me: "According to you, how much longer can Carola live?"

"Five days?"

I shook my head and smiled at them both.

"Five hours... not her, both of you!!"