When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 67

She suddenly asked, “How long do you want me to stay with you?”

At five hundred thousand dollars a month, how many months could she work? Judging from the man’s remaining lifespan, it didn’t seem enough to buy a little villa in Ardenos.

Sebastian thought for a moment. “As long as I’m alive…”

If he died early, he might even consider leaving her a sum of money.

Sebastian personally drove Serena to the entrance of her neighborhood. Before she got out, he said, “Next time something like this happens, you should call for help. Don’t say…” He paused. “You hear me?”

Serena nodded. “Mm.”

She didn’t like talking much—usually she just fought back. But tonight she’d noticed a car following her, and she wanted to see whether it was surveillance or an ally.

A while later, Celeste headed in the same direction, glancing at her phone battery. Shooting a live clip shouldn’t be a problem.

She searched for a bit before finding the six men near a trash bin. Her eyes widened. “Where’s Serena?”

“What did you want with Serena?”

A chill ran down Celeste’s spine. She turned her head stiffly. Before she could see the man’s face, a hand chopped her in the neck.

Just before she blacked out, she heard his voice: “Consider this a warning. If you do it again, I’ll pay you back double.”

The next day, Celeste woke up in her own bed. She bolted upright, looking around. Seeing no injuries on herself, she relaxed a little.

Had it all been a dream?

She washed up and went downstairs, finding Zachary chewing on bread. With Margaret gone, breakfast was now just milk and bread—fried eggs depended on Angela’s mood.

“Celeste, come look at this! Big news! Last night, some state basketball team guys were caught sleeping with a female fan. They were beaten up by the girl’s boyfriend—badly. There are pictures.”

Zachary zoomed in for her. Then, halfway through, his eyes widened in shock. “Celeste… this girl kind of looks like you. She’s even got a red mole on her elbow, and her clothes look like what you were wearing yesterday!”

Celeste’s face went white. Her left hand, still in a cast, instinctively covered her right elbow.

Zachary didn’t notice her reaction. “If you hadn’t been upstairs sleeping, I’d almost think you really snuck out last night. I wonder what she looks like—hopefully nothing like you…”

The chaotic scene in the photos made it impossible to see the full outfit, and the girl’s face was pixelated. But the distinctive red mole had been clearly shown.

Celeste suddenly remembered the words she’d heard before passing out: Consider this a warning. If you do it again, I’ll pay you back double.

Bang!

Celeste slammed the desk. “Enough! Don’t you ever get tired of making things up? Aren’t you afraid of bad karma?”

The room went silent. A girl pouted. “Why so touchy? Unless… it’s true?”

“Shh, don’t say that. You’ll have her running to Taylor to tattle when he comes back.”

The mix of anger and humiliation broke her down. Celeste ran from the room in tears.

Why? Why was this happening? It was just Serena! Zachary couldn’t deal with her, Kennedy couldn’t, Sidney couldn’t. Now even Joshua and Patrick couldn’t, and she’d ended up taking the hit herself. Why? Why was it so unfair?

“Celeste!”

She’d barely stepped out of the classroom when she ran into Patrick.

“Celeste, is it really…” Patrick couldn’t finish.

Others might not recognize her, but after years of secretly loving her, he knew—that girl in the video was Celeste.