CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: I’LL TAKE IT

Although her rebirth had already changed some things about herself and Jacob Green, she didn’t know if the future developments would be as inevitable as her previous life.

Without personal experience, who knows?

Fate is filled with variables.

Charles Sharp furrowed his brows, "I understand. Whether to let things take their course or use all efforts to change them, I have to think about this carefully."

"The choice is in your hands." Lucy Eaton smiled slightly, "There’s something I just want to add."

"Please go ahead."

"Your mother is not someone who despises the poor and loves the rich, nor does she focus on family background. So if you want to change things, don’t start with your mother, but rather with your girlfriend Ivy Fern," she looked at him. "The reason I said this is because after the news broke out, your mother faced a lot of people’s criticism and your blame. Under great public pressure, she took pills to die, but fortunately, she was rescued in time. The relationship between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law has been adversaries since ancient times. I hope you can handle this matter well, and perfectly turn the danger into safety. As for the matter between us, I hope Mr. Sharp can keep it a secret; I don’t want a third person to know."

"Miss Eaton, rest assured, I won’t reveal it."

"I trust you, so I will leave now."

"Take care." Charles Sharp stood up to see her off.

Lucy Eaton left there feeling very pleased.

Originally, she used all her savings to buy a house, leaving little in her account, but now she had an extra two million.

This money had new uses for her.

Before going to work, she called Nathaniel Green, telling him not to pick her up this afternoon.

Additionally, she sent Jacob Green a text message, saying she’d be working overtime and would return to Blossom Haven around nine.

A little after two, she went to a nearby bank and deposited the check into her bank account.

After the four thirty work handover with a colleague, Lucy Eaton changed her clothes, wore a hat and mask, and left the funeral home, taking a taxi to Glanmire.

Half an hour’s drive brought her to the destination a little after six o’clock.

She got off the car, looked at the five-story building before her, and then stepped inside.

On the surface, it appeared to be a large shopping plaza, but in reality, the basement’s three floors were black market trading venues.

The elevator leading to the basement was separate, guarded by tall men in black clothes and sunglasses.

An invitation card was necessary for entry; anyone entering was either wealthy or noble.

She didn’t have an invitation card.

So she was stopped at the entrance, "Show your invitation card."

She asked, "In a hurry, I forgot my invitation card. Is an account okay?"

The man took out his phone, expressionless, and said, "Report it."

She then reported a string of account numbers with English letters and digits. After verification, his attitude abruptly changed, "Oh, so you’re with Young Master Green, please come in."

Lucy Eaton calmly carried her bag and slowly entered the elevator.

She pressed the button for the first basement level.

With a ding, the elevator door quickly opened.

She came out, looked at the lively scene before her, and wandered inside, selecting as she walked.

The items sold here were types not officially allowed for sale nationally.

Her steps led her to a stall selling knives, and her gaze immediately locked onto a golden dagger.

"How much is this knife?"

"Miss, good eye, this knife is an upgraded Fire Meteor, made from meteorite fragments from the sky, forged with the venom of a thousand snakes. No matter how cold the environment, it maintains a constant temperature of 20 degrees, and the wound it causes will bleed continuously, poisoned," the vendor introduced with a smile.

Lucy Eaton reached out to grip the hilt, "How much?"

"This much." The vendor held up two fingers, "Two million."

Lucy Eaton suspected the vendor might have the Mind Reading Technique; how else could he quote the exact amount she had?

"Can it be cheaper?"

"Miss, this is a rare and exceptional knife, one of a kind. The knives I have here are all different."

"You describe the knife as so magical; can you demonstrate its effect for me?"

The vendor was shocked, "How could I? A wound from this knife would lead to poisoning and unstoppable bleeding."

"You’re unwilling to try; how do I know if what you say is true?"

"You can experiment on a small animal at home to see for yourself; I’ve been doing business here for a long time and there’s absolutely no fraud."

Lucy Eaton naturally knew he spoke the truth; the people who came here were all wealthy and powerful. If the vendor dared sell counterfeit goods, he knew the consequences well.

"One million."

"What?" The vendor shook his head, "Too low, not selling."

"One million three hundred thousand, how about it?"

"One million seven hundred thousand," the vendor replied, "If you want it, take it."

"Let’s meet halfway at one million five hundred thousand, and I’ll take it."

The vendor sighed, "How can a young lady like you drive such a hard bargain? Fine, fine, it’s yours."

Having bought a knife she liked, Lucy Eaton was delighted.

She then wandered around but didn’t plan to buy anything else, as she didn’t have much money left. All the items here were priced like luxury goods, which she couldn’t afford.

After browsing the first and second floors, she proceeded to the third floor. Seeing people bound with iron locks and chains to iron pillars, she walked towards the interior.

The people here were sold like goods.

Without any semblance of human rights.

His or her gaze was numb and hollow, seemingly resigned to that damned fate, powerless to resist.

Price tags hung around their necks.

A glance showed the cheapest was at least two hundred thousand.

She truly couldn’t afford it.

As she walked further inside, Lucy Eaton was suddenly drawn to a tall, thin young man’s gaze.

He wore a mask and was isolated by two layers of cardboard, very thin and pale, clearly not having seen sunlight for a long time.

His full face wasn’t visible, but just from his eyes, he seemed very handsome.

The tag around his neck only read thirty thousand.

"Boss, why is this person so much cheaper than the others?"

"He’s got tuberculosis, an infectious disease, so he’s cheaper. Do you want him? If you do, I’ll give you a discount, twenty-five thousand and you can take him away."

Lucy Eaton could see that the boss sold him so cheaply because he was afraid of accidentally infecting others, since treating such an illness takes a long course.

Though cheap, no one was willing to spend money to buy him.

"Twenty thousand, I’ll take him."

The man’s eyes flashed with light, and the vendor hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, you can take him away for twenty thousand."

Lucy Eaton paid and then took the deed of sale handed over by the boss.

She walked ahead, and the man followed behind.

They left the venue together.

She brought him onto a taxi and went to a nearby bank.

From the ATM, she withdrew twenty thousand cash and handed it over along with the deed, "Tuberculosis isn’t an incurable disease; it’s a chronic illness, and many people have been cured. The country provides free treatment for this illness; you can get medicines at hospitals or epidemic prevention stations for free. Take this twenty thousand, and from now on you’re free to lead the life you want. But remember, always wear a mask when going out to prevent spreading it to others."