Chapter 9

"Valerie, I'm sorry, please don't be like this."

"I agree to sleep with you. Let's go back right now, okay?"

"Say something, please!"

Alexander kept following me like a lost puppy, constantly chattering.

I stopped and turned to face him with a grim expression.

"Seriously, aren't you tired of this?"

"I'm just a worthless admirer, and you're the golden boy that everyone adores. Can't you at least consider your image in public?"

"Stop clinging to me. People will start gossiping."

To my surprise, the more I put myself down, the more Alexander, who used to love belittling me, started to elevate me.

"No, you're not worthless at all. You're my real girlfriend."

"If you come back to me, I'll announce it on social media right away!"

"Please? Come back..."

Was he actually whining at me?

Ugh~ How disgusting!

"Alexander, we're done."

"I've fawned over you for three years, and I'm honestly exhausted. Please, let me go."

"You have so many beautiful models waiting for you. There's no need to waste your feelings on me."

I pushed him away forcefully and got into the elevator alone.

I quickly pressed the close button, finally shaking off this man.

Sigh, he ruined my dinner plans. What bad luck!

But it's only been two days since my attitude changed, and Alexander can't handle it?

This man is much more fragile than I imagined.

He's absolutely pathetic!

This time, Alexander finding me at the hotel was a wake-up call.

In the future, when I book hotels or buy tickets, I can't use my real name. I'll have to find someone to do it for me.

I went out and got a new phone number right away.

I deliberately let my old number run out of credit and get suspended.

This way, I wouldn't have to endure Alexander's harassing calls and text bombardments.

On the last day of the contract extension, I found a resort in the suburbs.

I planned to hide there until the contract ended, easily pocketing the $10,000.

Since I wasn't short on cash at the moment, I naturally indulged in some special services at the resort.

So I called for a few male models to accompany me and have some fun.

I put on an eye mask, freely enjoying the massage techniques of the handsome guys, my mind dreaming of the wonderful life ahead.

I have to say, once you have money, things like depression and neurasthenia heal themselves immediately, no treatment needed.

"Sister, is my massage comfortable?" a sweet voice whispered in my ear.

I nodded reflexively and smiled, "Of course it's comfortable..."

Wait!

Why did that voice sound familiar?

I hurriedly lifted my eye mask and came face to face with Alexander, startling me so much I jerked.