Class Villainess

Chapter 147 - Classic Red (1)

Chapter 147 – Classic Red (1)

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Emmy: I need your help.

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I texted the red rose man. I was waiting anxiously because, honestly, I didn't want to be entangled with that crazy guy in any way. 

But he was my source of income right now, sort of sugar daddy… but a very creepy one. And we were probably around the same age anyway.

Ding!

That red rose man finally replied, and I started my round of chat with him.

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Emmy: I need your help.

xx: Help? Oh, my dearest wife needs my help. Of course, I will help you, darling. Just tell your husband, what do you want? I'll give you anything.

Emmy: I need money.

xx: Money? How much? I have… hm… around 1 million dollars in my bank account right now. I can get more, but it'll take about 3 days. And it will be even more difficult if you want it cash, dear.

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Okay, who the fuck had 1 million dollars just lying around like that?! Even my whole house and all properties in it weren't worth half of that—or even a quarter of that!

It made me wonder. Obviously, he was around my age. So I bet he had extremely rich parents. But if he was around my region, then the wealthiest person I remembered was Ashley's parents. Leah came to the second one.

They were the epitome of rich in my eyes, but this crazy guy had literally one million dollars in his bank account.

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Emmy: You're bluffing. There is no way you have 1 million in your bank account.

xx: Oh? Bluffing? I mean, I already gave you a box of high-quality crystal meth that's worth so much. But if you want more proof, I will give you a screenshot. Wait a minute.

xx: picture sent.

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I checked the picture, turned out it was the screenshot of his balance in the bank. But he cropped the name and other bank information, so I could only see the amount.

"What the fuck?!" I blurted out of shock. I literally saw 1 million dollars. I had to count the zeros to ensure I wasn't mistaken.

This man seriously had one million dollars lying around in his bank account?!

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xx: How is it, wife? Do you believe me now? This is just a small amount for me. I am far more capable than you think. Probably that's why your grandma wants me to marry you, hm?

xx: Well, that'll happen in the future. So I have little to no worry.

Emmy: You're boasting too much. I just need 2000 bucks.

xx: Two grands? That's so little. Why do you need that amount? Is it for your mission to take down those three bastard bullies in our previous life? 

xx: Honestly, you can just tell me, and they will disappear in just one night. Even their family won't know where they went, and the police? Hah! They are clowns!

xx: But~ I'm always a supportive husband for my wife. I know that you want to take them down your own way, and honestly, you did a great job with so many limitations upon yourself! As expected from my wife!

xx: So you only need two grands, right? Just making sure.

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I shook my head in disbelief. I didn't understand and didn't know how could this crazy guy knew literally everything about me, even my plan to take those bullies down.

Was he someone around me? I only told my plan to Noah, Elise, and Logan.

Was this man one of them? But I really doubted it. 

Well, maybe Logan… but I doubted that Logan would be the one behind this crazy thing.

Though, he was filthy rich. I didn't know the extend of his richness, so Logan should be the most plausible explanation here.

…

"Argh! This is no time to think about that! Em, focus!"

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Emmy: Yes, I need 2 grands.

xx: That's not a problem at all. But you know, right? As usual, I need something in exchange. Something that you own.

Emmy: Tell me.

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I was well prepared. I remembered that I still had dirty laundry. Somehow, I had a bad feeling that he'd take something out of my dirty laundry for his own sick pleasure. 

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xx: Well, for two grands, I won't ask much. But I have one requirement aside from that request.

Emmy: What requirement?

xx: I want you to stop spending your time with Noah Jameson. 

xx: I think we both know that he is gay, but I just can't help to get angry whenever I see you with another man. You know, if he is not your friend, I've been thinking about speeding up his suicide process by hanging him by my own hands. 

xx: But… I'm not a violent husband. I love you so much. That's why I don't want you to be scared of me because I want to kill any man around you. 

xx: Oh, anyway, for my request, it's not that difficult. I just want you to kiss your handkerchief with lipstick, kiss it deep until the shape of your lips is imprinted with the lipstick, and then put it outside like before. 

xx: Remember, I know your lip shape, darling. I've tasted it in my previous life. You cannot fool me in this one. 

xx: I will wait. 

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It took a while for me to process everything.

First, he literally knew about Noah Jameson, and based on his threat, he didn't seem to play around. I was 100% convinced that the red rose man would kill Noah for real if he saw us together too many times. 

Yet, he never mentioned my time with Mason or Logan. And I spent a lot of time with either of them. 

I didn't want to bait him and made the whole ordeal even bigger than it should be, at least not now. Because I had something else to do.

Now for the request he wanted, a handkerchief with a lipstick print. Like what he said, he already knew my lip shape and even tasted it in our previous life.

I shuddered out of nervousness, but since the prize was two grands, then I shall do it.

I took out the old handkerchief that I never used anymore after high school and then picked up a lipstick in my drawer.

I did have lipstick because I wanted to explore my sexuality. I bought it before entering high school, but I never used it in this world. I tried using it in my previous life, which ended up being called slut. 

I sighed and then pulled out the lipstick lid and twisted it until the lipstick popped out. 

"Classic red," I said while staring at it. 

I learned how to apply lipstick in my previous life. As ashamed as I was, I applied lipstick often in private, even in my previous life. 

I did it as a sort of therapy for myself. To make myself feel more confident and pretty, even though no one would ever see it. 

I checked myself in the mirror and applied the lipstick quickly. I smacked my lips a few times to even the classic red on my lips and then added a good angle to kiss the handkerchief. 

"Okay, Em, this will be quick. You know you have to do shits to get something you want. What he will do with this anyway? Kissing it back, so it's like we're actually kissing?"

"Wait…"

The more I thought about it, the more disturbed I got. So I decided not to think much about it and braced myself, "Here goes nothing."

Kiss. 

I imprinted a deep kiss on the handkerchief until there was an obvious shape of my lips in classic red. I doubted anything could wash it off.

"Alright, now this is ready. I should put it outside now."

I picked a paper bag in the kitchen and bagged the handkerchief. I unlocked the backdoor and swiftly hung it on the door handle outside before closing the door quickly. 

I locked the door again and then texted him.

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Emmy: It's outside.

xx: Yes, I saw it. 

xx: In fact, I saw you with your classic red lipstick. My beloved Em, you're as stunning as ever. I cannot take my eyes off you, not even once. 

xx: You never bored me with your beauty and wits. You have me interested in our previous life and in this life as well.

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W—Well, that was kind of… sweet. Creepy, but still sweet. 

At least that crazy man knew how to sweet talk. I couldn't help but feel flattered, just a bit, though. 

I waited for about five minutes until I heard a knock on the door, and then I heard the voice of a man that was quite familiar because he had called me before.

It was the voice of the red rose man. 

"My beautiful Em, I've put the money in the paper bag. I put some extra, so you can buy something nice for yourself.. Just ask me if you need money because I will do anything for you."