The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: You Can’t Even Earn Eight Million, Can You??

"Alright. Eight hundred thousand it is."

Chase Jennings felt like he didn’t have much choice right now.

Even though most of his money had been used to cover the previous thirty-million deficit, his parents were wealthy. Eight hundred thousand was nothing to them.

Eight hundred thousand to save his life? He was worth it.

Thinking this, Chase felt a sense of relief.

Scarlett Jennings didn’t say much more. She simply repeated her previous actions, extracting Jacob Zimmerman’s Living Soul from Chase’s body, sealing it, and returning Chase’s Living Soul to its rightful place.

Her movements were smooth as silk.

When Chase opened his eyes again, he felt the familiar responsiveness of his body. He was so overwhelmed that he almost cried.

Only someone who has really experienced the powerless days of being trapped in a doll, shouting in vain, can understand the preciousness of being back in their own body.

As he basked in the joy of returning to his physical form, Scarlett added matter-of-factly,

"Oh, I forgot to mention earlier. The eight hundred thousand has to be earned by you personally. Using your family’s or friends’ money won’t count in my book."

Upon hearing this, Chase’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"You didn’t say that earlier!!"

Scarlett shot him a sideways glance, her tone calm and indifferent.

"You mean to tell me you can’t even earn eight hundred thousand on your own?"

After a pause, she added something that could make anyone angry without consequence, "I’ve heard that my brother managed to make seventy million by his sophomore year of college."

Her expression was cool, her tone flat—completely devoid of sarcasm. Yet it was precisely this calm demeanor that made Chase feel like he was being looked down upon.

This translated, quite literally, to:

My brother earned seventy million while still in college, and here you are, a graduate who can’t even scrape together eight hundred thousand?

No way, surely not?

Are you really that inept?

"Fine!" Chase gritted his teeth. "It’s just eight hundred thousand! I’ll give it to you within a month!"

"Alright." Scarlett said, "By the way, let me remind you: when you enter into an agreement with a Master, it automatically forms a contract. If you fail to meet the terms of the contract by the deadline... there might be some backlash."

Chase: ....

So why didn’t you explain all this before I agreed??

Chase began suspecting that Scarlett had done this intentionally!

He had just tried to be nice to her, yet she still maintained this aloof and indifferent demeanor. Honestly, her personality was far from likable.

Not even close to Snow... uh.

A certain name suddenly popped into his mind, and all of his internal griping abruptly screeched to a halt.

His face shifted slightly, and if the circumstances had been different, he would have slapped himself then and there.

After all the hassle he’d gone through because of her, how could he still subconsciously think of her?

Old habits die hard.

No, he needed to change.

Meanwhile, Scarlett, having wrapped up both matters, settled into a small sofa nearby for a rest. Out of nowhere, Liora Gold appeared.

She climbed onto Scarlett’s shoulder, clutching a small, fan-like piece of hard paper she’d somehow found, and pretended to fan Scarlett with it.