Betrayed Into Wealth

Chapter 11

"Yes, those thugs threatened to wreak havoc on this neighborhood if you don't move out."

Yondi stood in front of Brian's apartment door with an awkward expression. His tone sounded hesitant, as if he himself wasn't comfortable speaking. Brian remained silent, allowing Yondi to continue his explanation.

Yondi then recounted everything that had happened since that afternoon. Several people had come looking for Brian. They said he had caused trouble, trashed their place, and now they wanted revenge. If Brian stayed, the entire apartment would be affected.

"I never bothered anyone," Brian replied calmly, though his chest felt tight.

"We don't know about that," Yondi replied. "We rarely see you. You always come home late. We don't know what you do outside. And we don't suspect anything about you."

"I work," Brian explained. "I sing at a cafe. Although I've been fired now. But I've been here for almost five years, and now I'm being evicted for causing trouble."

But Yondi wasn't really listening. He just smiled faintly and shook his head slowly, as if the reason no longer mattered.

"You're asked to leave immediately. Otherwise, we'll all be in trouble," he said firmly.

Brian was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly. There was no point in arguing. Like it or not, he had to leave. There was no point in maintaining the apartment lease if his presence was endangering others.

Who knew who was behind all this? Was it Alex again, or was there someone else involved? Brian didn't know, and it didn't seem important to think about it now.

"Okay," Brian said finally. "Please give this key to the manager. I don't have time to take care of it."

Yondi accepted the key and nodded. There was no further conversation. Brian went back into his apartment, packing his few belongings. A few items of clothing, shoes, and an old bag. His life was simple, and moving wasn't difficult.

As he closed his bag, Brian let out a heavy sigh. Where was he supposed to go now?

Ting!

His phone rang. A notification had come in. At first, Brian thought it was a text message or a missed call. But when he looked at the screen, his eyes widened.

The money had entered his account.

Brian was stunned. The amount was quite large, and it had arrived much faster than he had imagined. There were no additional messages from the system. No warnings or further instructions. Everything felt silent.

“So fast,” he muttered.

But the amount wasn’t half the price of the old car. It was only two hundred million rupiah. Brian opened the system app on his phone, trying to find an explanation. But the screen was inaccessible. It was as if the system had simply vanished again.

Brian frowned. Was this part of his test? Eviction from his residence? If so, it seemed too simple. With this much money, he could live anywhere without difficulty.

Unconsciously, his gaze landed on a name on the phone screen.

Emily.

Brian was silent for a moment. Suddenly, Emily’s offer crossed his mind. A job as a private driver. Currently, he didn’t have a permanent job. Besides, having a job would certainly reduce people’s suspicions about the source of his money.

Brian sighed, then pressed the call button.

“Why?” Emily's voice came through the phone, as casual as ever.

"I'm ready to be your driver," Brian said, getting straight to the point.

"Okay," Emily replied without hesitation. "Starting tonight, you're officially my driver."

"But I need a place to stay," Brian added. "Do you have a place to stay?"

"Just come to my apartment."

"Huh?"

Brian was surprised. Living in the same apartment as Emily was definitely not what he had envisioned. He knew all too well how Emily's body language, her way of speaking, and her often distracting gazes were.

"My apartment has two bedrooms," Emily continued calmly. "You can use the spare room. Besides, you'll be a driver 24/7, except during class."

"Did you know I was in class?" Brian asked reflexively.

"Of course."

There was no further explanation. Emily immediately hung up.

That same night, Brian moved into Emily's apartment. It was much larger and more comfortable than his old one. At least now, if anyone asked him about his job, he could answer easily. A personal driver made sense.

Brian put his things in the spare room and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. His life had changed too quickly, but for now, at least he had a place to stand.

Before he could calm down, Emily emerged from her room, neatly dressed.

"Come with me somewhere tonight," Emily said, grabbing her car keys.

"Okay, Madam."

"Just call me Emily. And also, don't wear anything too simple. And one more thing, always wear sturdy shoes when you're working," Emily added.