Chapter Eleven: Dead

But obviously, this so-called compensation did not include an extended lifespan. If she could extend her life—even by a year or a month—Caroline estimated that she would choose this.

She truly felt that life was more important than money—at least, they were equal in value.

Because if she had no life left, no amount of wealth would give her a chance to enjoy it.

As for becoming healthier, perhaps that would allow her to live longer... In this country, longevity was not determined by health, but by luck.

If you were lucky, you would live a long time. If you were unlucky, you could die even if you were perfectly healthy the moment you stepped outside—like her biological father, whom she barely remembered, a perfect example.

Caroline's final choice allowed her to obtain an astonishing fortune from Boss Luo—perhaps such wealth meant nothing to the truly rich, or to "rulers" like Boss Neymar, but it was enough to drive the people in the slums insane.

She asked the boss curiously how exactly he intended to take away her fertility.

The boss merely smiled and said that it would be taken away after the transaction was completely finished. The custom here was to take the payment customers used to purchase things only at the very end.

Caroline found it utterly incredible.

There was far too much fraud in this world. Even in so-called face-to-face transactions, where goods and money changed hands simultaneously, one side might still use counterfeit goods or fake money. Yet the seller was actually willing to wait until the end to collect the service fee. It was practically unbelievable.

Her first thought was: Was the other party not afraid that she would run away?

But when she thought of that beautiful maid's methods, Caroline quickly dismissed the idea.