The Silvercrest Realty office was bathed in golden afternoon light as Hez sat surrounded by the four women—Alicia, Lena, Maya, and Sara Lim. The air hummed with quiet anticipation as Sara stared at the purchase agreement for the luxury apartment being pced before her.

  Sara (shaking her head): "I can't accept this. Not after everything you've already done."

  Alicia (pcing a steadying hand on hers): "Sarah, this isn't just an apartment. It's your freedom."

  Hez observed the exchange, his system dashboard glowing in his peripheral vision:

  [Current Money: 1,700,000]

  [Sara Lim - Familiarity: 83] (Deep trust, emotional reliance)

  The numbers were promising.

  Hez: "Consider it an investment—in your safety." He slid the pen closer. "No strings."

  After a long moment, Sara signed with trembling fingers.

  The instant the 115,000 payment cleared, the system responded:

  [Third-Party Purchase:

  +115,000]????[RefundProcessed:+115,000]

  [Current Money:

  1,700,000→1,815,000]

  [Sara Lim - Familiarity: 69 → 71] (Unshakable loyalty)

  Alicia exhaled in relief, pulling Sara into a quick hug.

  Alicia: "Now you're truly untouchable."

  The system's final alert pulsed like a heartbeat:

  As the women celebrated, Hez smirked.

  ***

  The Ferrari showroom gleamed under the bright lights, the same pce where Hez had first tested the system's limits. This time, the focus was Sara Lim—her nervous fingers tracing the rosso corsa paint of the SF90 Spider, identical to the ones Alicia, Maya, and Lena now drove.

  Sara (voice barely above a whisper): "This is too much. He'll never let me keep it."

  Alicia (firm, protective): "He won't have a choice. The car will be yours—not his."

  Hez observed silently, the system dashboard illuminating his vision:

  [Current Money: 1,815,000]

  [Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 83] (Protective, invested in Sara's freedom)

  [Sara Lim - Familiarity: 71] (Afraid but hopeful)

  The salesman, recognizing Hez from before, didn't even flinch when Hez handed over his bck card.

  Hez: "Register it under Sara Lim. Full ownership."

  The moment the 430,000 payment cleared, the system reacted instantly:

  [Current Money 1,815,000→2,245,000]

  [Sara Lim - Familiarity: 71 → 73] (Overwhelming gratitude, newfound defiance)

  Alicia squeezed Sara's shoulder as the keys were pced in her palm.

  Alicia: "Now he can't control you anymore."

  Sara's hands shook—not from fear, but from the realization of true independence.

  ***

  Sara had made her choice—leaving behind her old life, her husband’s control, even her old phone. Now, with only her essential documents in hand, she stood alongside Alicia, Maya, and Lena, ready to rebuild.

  The Upgrades

  New Phones – iPhone 8s for all four women, with a brand-new number for Sara, cutting her st tie to her husband.

  Laptops – Top-of-the-line models, ensuring they had everything for work, communication, and independence.

  "Vault & Veil" Shopping Spree – A full wardrobe for Sara, who had left everything behind, and luxury additions for the others.

  The Financial Impact

  Initial Current Money: 2,245,000

  Total Expenditure: 55,000 (Phones, ptops, designer clothing)

  Refund Processed: +110,000 (Double the amount spent)

  New Current Money: 2,300,000

  Familiarity Updates

  Alicia Voss: 83 → 84 (Proud of Sara’s courage, deeper trust in Hez)

  Sara Lim: 85 → 86 (Growing confidence, emotional security)

  Maya & Lena: (Slight increases, amused by Sara’s transformation)

  Sara looked at herself in the mirror—new clothes, new phone, a Ferrari and penthouse in her name. For the first time in years, she smiled without fear.

  Alicia (grinning): "Welcome to your new life."

  Hez said nothing.

  The game wasn’t over yet.

  ***

  The cozy ambiance of the coffee shop shattered as Sara’s husband, a hulking man with rage in his eyes, kicked open the door.

  Husband: "WHERE IS SHE? WHERE’S THAT BITCH?!"

  The lone occupied table flinched, smartphones already raised to record. The two teenage baristas, following Alicia’s drilled protocol, bolted out the back door without hesitation.

  Husband (flipping a table, espresso cups shattering): "SARAAAAA!"

  The CCTV cameras captured every second—his fury, the destruction, the customers’ stunned faces.

  What He Didn’t Know

  The shop’s wyer was already en route—armed with the CCTV footage.

  Social media backsh guaranteed from the customers’ recordings

  The husband, still roaring in empty defiance, had just signed his own ruin.