I hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well... I kinda... owe a little money in the underworld."

Her eyes narrowed instantly. "I knew you wouldn't visit me for nothing. How much?"

"One hundred million. I've got ten days to pay it back." I smiled wryly.

Amelia waved her hand confidently. "No problem. Tomorrow I'll go buy some joss paper and burn it for you!"

My eyes lit up. "Wow, sis, you must've done pretty well these past six years!"

She crossed her arms and snorted. "I can't afford a real million, but you think I can't afford a million in the Bank of Heaven and Earth? Just wait—tomorrow I'll burn you ten billion! You can hire male models every day in the underworld!"

I fell silent.

She thought I was touched and patted my shoulder... except her hand went right through me.

She froze, then broke down sobbing again.

I knew she was remembering the day I died, so I quickly said, "Hey, don't cry yet. I've got bad news for you."

"What bad news?" she hiccuped.

"The exchange rate between the underworld's currency and dollar is one-to-one. Surprise!"

Her crying stopped instantly—she even hiccupped mid-breath. "Wait... how much did you say you owe?"

"A hundred million."

"...I think I'll just go die now," she deadpanned.

"No, don't!" I shouted, panicking. "If you die broke, you'll have to work 24/7 in the underworld with no breaks! It's worse than a 996 job!"

"The King of Hell said if I can't repay that hundred million, he's going to throw me into a cauldron of oil and fry me into a crispy, golden cheese-coated ghost ball!"

Amelia blinked. "...That actually sounds kind of delicious."

I threw myself on the floor and started wailing.

"Waaah, sis! You're the real daughter of the Wright family now, Mrs. Fletcher—wife of the capital's golden boy! Don't tell me you can't even afford a measly hundred million? What happened to 'don't forget me when you're rich and powerful,' huh?"

At the mention of her family, Amelia's expression faltered. She was silent for a long while before whispering, "But Sherry... I don't have any money."

"What about your shares in the Wright Corporation?"

"They're all in Fake Miss Wright's hands now—Janine took them."

I gave her a look of utter disappointment. "Then go and take back what's yours!"

"But..."

"No 'buts,' my dear bestie! We've got ten days before I get tossed into the fryer! Are you really okay watching me turn into a ghost tempura?"