Seeing her coming down, Joann hastily stowed her phone and approached.

"How did it go? Did he make things difficult for you?"

Claudia reassured her with a shake of her head and said, "Nope, it's done. He has transferred the money to my account.”

Joann's eyes widened in mild shock.

"Already over? It's barely been an hour."

She had to acknowledge that making a hundred thousand this way was quite easy.

Agreeing, Claudia added, “Still, I've heard he prefers he doesn't get disturbed. We should leave."

“Oh, okay."

Both of them headed to the entryway to swap their footwear. While they were at it, a thought struck Joann.

“Cece, hang tight in the car for me. I left my bag upstairs."

Earlier, she had been on the second level, but her thirst had led her downstairs in search of a drink.

Later on, a phone call diverted her attention, and she handled a few matters, causing her to forget about returning upstairs.

Once Claudia had her shoes on, she said, "I'll wait for you outside the door."

"Yes, I'll be there in a minute!"

Joann turned around and walked into the villa.

She went upstairs quickly. Just as she neared the lounge, the man emerged from the studio.

Glancing at him, Joann remained silent, heading straight for the sofa to retrieve her bag.

Once she had her bag, she turned around, intending to ascend the stairs.

The man suddenly reached out his hand and said, "I need to inspect it."

With a frosty expression, Joann queried, “And why's that?"

He subtly arched an eyebrow, replying, “You've done such things before."

At his words, Joann clenched her jaw, swiftly unzipped her bag, and dumped it over.

Everything inside spilled out across the floor, including a tampon.

The man silently observed each item tumble out. He only proceeded past her when her bag lay empty.