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I continued to browse the messages related to her on the phone and suddenly froze. I saw the chat history between Shaw Manny and the landlord.
It turned out that initially, Shaw Manny did not pay rent to the landlord; instead, she exchanged nude chats for free accommodation.
Moreover, every time Shaw Manny met with the landlord, she had to wear tight lace and stockings because the landlord liked that style.
I suddenly realized why Shaw Manny dressed this way; it was to satisfy the landlord's twisted preferences.
The reason the landlord offered Shaw Manny free housing was also due to her beauty.
I suddenly remembered that Shaw Manny had told me she was going to Maldives for a week of team building.
I looked at the chat records, and Shaw Manny was not going for team building at all; she was traveling with Jiang Shiying, and all expenses were covered by the landlord.
I understood at once that Shaw Manny had been lying to me.
I was so angry that my whole body trembled. Shaw Manny, you little bitch, how could you be with another man behind my back?
I decided that I had to make this couple lose everything.
In the following days, I kept an eye on Shaw Manny's social media, watching her post various travel photos.
She posted pictures of sunsets by the sea, sunrises from hotel balconies, candlelit dinners in restaurants, and drinking red wine at bars.
My anger boiled inside me as I thought, Shaw Manny, you seem to be having a great time with that guy.
I gritted my teeth and commented on her post: "The beach looks beautiful."
Shaw Manny replied with a smiley face.
I continued, "How's your trip with your friends?"
Shaw Manny: "It's quite fun, but they're too crazy, always dragging me to drink."
I continued to play along: "Really? You should take care of your health."
Shaw Manny: "It's fine, I can handle my alcohol."
I snorted and turned off my phone.
Shaw Manny, keep pretending; let's see how long you can keep it up.
On the day Shaw Manny returned, I pretended not to know anything and went to pick her up.
When Shaw Manny saw me, she excitedly hugged me and then pretended to tell me about her experiences in the Maldives.
I feigned great interest and listened attentively.
I said, "The Maldives sounds so fun; your company is really great. Did you miss me?"
Shaw Manny giggled: "Of course I missed you; I think about you every night."
I almost spat it out. Shaw Manny, you're really shameless.
But I still pretended to be very touched and said, "I missed you too."
Shaw Manny kissed me on the cheek: "I know, darling."
That night, I stayed over at Shaw Manny's rental apartment. She suggested I go back to my dorm, but I insisted on staying.
Because I knew that if I didn't stay, Shaw Manny would definitely end up doing unspeakable things with that guy.
Seeing that I was determined to stay, Shaw Manny didn't say anything.
I lay on the sofa, thinking about how to deal with that couple.
I sighed; perhaps I could only take it one step at a time.
I dozed off, and after an unknown amount of time, I woke up to find Shaw Manny sitting beside me, holding a glass of water.
"You’re awake," Shaw Manny said lightly.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Have some water." Shaw Manny offered the glass to me.
"Thank you." I took the glass and had a sip.
"No need to thank me," Shaw Manny replied. "It's getting late; you should go to bed."
I was taken aback. Shaw Manny had always insisted that I return to my dorm; why had they changed their mind now?
"Why?" I instinctively asked.
"No reason," Shaw Manny said. "I just want you to be comfortable; I feel for you."
"Alright." I nodded and lay back down to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, I woke up again and realized that my body felt a bit uncomfortable.
I felt weak and unable to muster any strength.
Thoughts of "Da Lang takes medicine" quickly flashed through my mind.
I fell asleep again in a daze.
I had a dream where the room was filled with people.
Many were singing and dancing, and I even saw Shaw Manny and Jiang Shiying among the crowd dancing.
I wanted to walk over and talk to them, but I couldn't get through at all; I could only watch them from a distance.
I had a strange feeling, as if I were trapped in some kind of illusion.
I am not Da Lang; I am still being harmed.
I remembered reading online that some people take strange drugs and then experience hallucinations.
I had never believed it before, but now I do.
I tried hard to wake myself up, but I just couldn't.
I could only continue watching the room full of people, seeing them reveling and grinning at me menacingly.
Suddenly, I felt very scared; I wanted to leave, but I couldn't escape at all.
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