Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 33

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

The atmosphere within the sprawling mall shifted abruptly, plunging into an eerie silence that felt almost tangible.

All eyes were drawn to me, a mixture of disbelief and astonishment etched across every face.

“Holy crap… who is she?! She actually came up with that much money in under ten minutes?!” one voice exclaimed, filled with incredulity.

“She looks so low-key, how the hell did she pull this off?” another murmured, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the absurdity of the situation.

“No way this is real. I can’t even scrape that much in Monopoly,” a bystander quipped, his voice laced with envy and disbelief.

At the forefront of this unfolding drama stood Thomas, my father’s trusted right-hand man. His demeanor was calm, yet there was an undeniable intensity in his presence, amplified by the cadre of ten imposing enforcers who flanked him.

As he approached, the bodyguards assigned to Charles immediately stepped back, their bravado evaporating in the face of Thomas’s unwavering authority.

He inclined his head slightly, a gesture of respect. “Miss Evelyn. Mr. Black is currently en route back from Chicago. He instructed me to manage the situation on his behalf.”

I offered a subtle nod, my heart racing, and turned my gaze towards Bianca, who appeared utterly bewildered.

“I always keep my word. Here’s your money,” I declared, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

Bianca’s expression was one of sheer disbelief, as if she were grappling with the surreal nature of the unfolding events.

“You’ve got to be putting on a show,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “No way you gathered all that in minutes. These guys must be actors. The trucks must be empty.”

I accepted the handkerchief Thomas offered and dabbed at the blood on my lips, the metallic taste still lingering.

“Then go check for yourself,” I replied, a hint of challenge in my tone.

I turned to the drivers, my voice firm. “Open the trucks.”

One by one, the heavy doors of the trucks swung open, revealing stacks upon stacks of crisp bills, neatly arranged and waiting to be counted.

“Holy shit… that’s what money smells like,” someone breathed, awe and greed mingling in their voice.

“Who the hell is this woman? You don’t just casually drop fifteen million in cash…” another murmured, incredulity thick in the air.

“Bianca seriously screwed with the wrong person this time,” a voice echoed from the crowd, the weight of the revelation settling in.

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