The apartment across the street, 702, was Carmen's home. Calvin knew exactly who lived in 701, having visited often enough: Felicia Fuller, a stunning classmate of Carmen's. A bold idea struck him. He swallowed hard.

Baldy, rifle in hand, exuded a calm yet intimidating aura, resembling a professional hitman from the movies. Calvin's eyes darted around; a thought sparked, his body trembling with excitement. He cautiously approached Baldy, attempting to ingratiate himself. "Hey, big guy. Maybe I can help you…"

Felicia had remained away from the windows all day, still fuming over Maurice's shameless behavior. The frustration was intense; she'd even considered teaching him a lesson, but realized it would only harm her. She decided against it.

Preparing for a shower, Felicia passed the windows, tightening the gap between the curtains. Her floor-to-ceiling windows offered little privacy when the lights were on at night, a detail she was meticulous about. Even during the day, she closed the sheer curtains, balancing light and privacy.

This time, out of habit, she glanced outside. The buildings in this old, cramped neighborhood were close together; nearly every apartment was brightly lit. In this sea of light, one room stood out: dark, yet the dim light from other floors revealed a motionless figure behind the curtains.

Felicia frowned. She recognized the figure as Calvin, the pervert across the street, still pestering Carmen. The thought of him lurking at the window, peeping, was repulsive.

The experience spurred a sudden desire to move. She'd rented this apartment out of necessity, having spent her earnings on schools and projects in Alverton, and later, heavily investing in Jupiter Corp. She couldn't afford better then, and wanted to break free from her reliance on Stephan.

Now, things were different. She was wealthy. The annual rent from over a hundred shops on Archer Street, deposited into her account, was enough to buy several villas. And she owned a mine, and an oil field.

Felicia surveyed the endless zeros in her bank account. After a pause, she contacted her former rental agent, requesting two new properties: a villa for herself, and a high-security apartment for Carmen.

By the time Felicia finished showering, the agent had sent several options. She casually forwarded the listings to Carmen, allowing her to choose.

Carmen's shocked response was immediate: "Rich lady. I'm hungry. Feed me." Felicia chuckled. Then Carmen added, "I want to move, but my dad and stepmom won't let me. They want me to work and give them money. If they knew I had a million-dollar apartment, they'd take it."