"Katherine, I graciously let you off the hook yesterday, and now you're defaming me again. What is your intention? Do you want to face legal action?" Yvonne chimed in, but her composure was far steadier than Max's.

I had no desire to engage in a battle of words; I simply wished to depart.

At that moment, a check fell on the floor. It was a check for a hundred thousand dollars.

The entire staff in the dressing room turned. Their faces were a mosaic of confusion and intrigue.

It was Max's paycheck. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Max, you only get a mere 100,000 dollars? You sold yourself for a single night with her for just 100,000 dollars? Indeed, that's all you're worth!"

As I made my way towards the exit, passing by Max, I whispered a taunt that only he could hear.

"I forgot to mention that I orchestrated your job. My fortune exceeds 100 million dollars."

Just as I was about to step out of the dressing room, Yvonne's voice sliced through the air.

"Katherine, just you wait. I'll have Lily sue you! For defamation and slander!"

I glanced at her indifferently.

"Feel free to sue me. Because..."

I trailed off and lifted my gaze to the ominous black aura of ghostly resentment that enveloped her. A slight smile played on my lips.

"Because your days are numbered."

I came back to the home I had rented for our convenience, which was now tainted by Max's betrayal. Therefore, I no longer wished to linger.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

I murmured, "Yes, I'm beautiful."

I possessed both wealth and allure, and countless men were drawn to my charm.

Now, all I desired was a swift shower, a departure from this place, a forgetting of Max, and a fresh beginning.

I bathed for nearly two hours, my fair skin reddening from the heat.

The act of cleansing felt necessary, purging the disgust I harbored.

Emerging from the bathroom, I halted abruptly. My brow furrowed at the emptiness of the room.

"Come out, Scott Fox. Stop hiding," I called out.

In an instant, a man in a crimson ancient costume materialized before me. His face was half-concealed by a ghostly mask.

Yet, even though the mask, his features were striking, youthful, and vibrant, akin to the eternal spring.

Scott leaned indolently against the doorframe with a smile.

"I've wrapped up my work and came to check on you. Hey, Kathy, why do you seem different today?"

"What do you mean?" I inquired.