Mission To Remarry

The man chuckled. “Goodness, I'm telling you the truth. In the end, we're just working for someone else. Why would I want to con you?”

Before Aubree could respond, the man, his voice colder, went on, “But even if I did con you, would you turn me in to the police? I doubt it. The police in Chanaea would come for you, and you'd be detained and sent back to your country.”

Aubree's face turned ashen as he threatened her, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it.

After all, she was in a strange land where no one knew her.

To put it plainly, no one might even notice if she were to disappear or die here.

She didn't dare report him to the police.

“I don't have that much money,” she replied through gritted teeth.

She had left the country with only five million.

surgery, making a new ID for herself, and renting a place to stay, she

wouldn't be enough. There was no

her words and gave

filled with

his gaze landed on her face. “Your real face looks better, but this is acceptable as well. Plus, you used to be the daughter of a rich man. I've never

on her face. “Your real face looks better, but this is acceptable as well. Plus, you used to be the daughter of a rich man. I've never slept with

was making an obvious suggestion that she should

face immediately darkened. “How dare

we used to create Christina. Please look for someone else if you want to return to your home country, Ms. Pearson!” the man replied confidently without putting pressure on her.

the ID in

to say, Aubree refused to hand it over.

brought to create this identity for herself. She would lose everything if they took it back,

important stuff

all over her as he spoke.

face shifted palpably as she balled her hands into fists. She looked as if she might slap the