Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 74

I placed them on the coffee table in the living room. Lucas would definitely see them as soon as he came back.

I grabbed a sticky note and wrote.

“She’s back. I, the substitute, won’t disturb you anymore. Wishing you both happiness.”

“PS. If you’re willing to compensate me, please transfer it to my bank account, the one ending in 1603. Thank you!”

Once everything was done, I packed my suitcase and left the house I had lived in for five years.

Hooray, freedom at last!

I switched to a new phone. My old phone had location tracking and other monitoring devices installed.

He knew exactly where I went and what I did every day. If he wanted to check, there were no secrets between us.

My new phone was empty. Nothing at all.

It felt so good not being monitored.

I didn’t log into my old social accounts yet; I’ll deal with that when I’m out and about.

Of course, I downloaded my mobile banking app.

I checked to see if Lucas had transferred any money to me.

Unfortunately, it seemed he didn’t intend to give me any severance pay.

Sigh.

He’s so stingy.

After all, it’s been five years.

Five years!

And yet, this well-behaved sugar baby didn’t even get any severance pay.

Stingy devil, drinking cold water and turning into a monster.

I finished my bath, stripped down, and lay on the bed playing some silly games while waiting for the technician to give me a spa treatment.

I heard light footsteps outside the door.

Creak—

The door opened.

Bang—

The door closed.

I casually asked, “Did you bring the essential oils?”

The technician answered lightly with a hum.

I was immersed in the cheerful music of my game and lazily said, “You can start.”

The technician didn’t reply, but I felt her hand on my back.

Hmm?

Why did this touch feel so familiar?

Her hand was large and a bit rough.

Just like Lucas’s.

I wanted to turn around to see, but the game told me my time was running out.

This high-priced spa had always been reliable, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

But why did this technician’s technique feel so awful?

It didn’t feel like a massage at all. I didn’t feel relaxed. Instead, I felt overheated.