My Girlfriend Pretended to Be Poor and Cheated, Saying It Was a Test

Abel's KTV was the most luxurious and famous in the city.

Someone like me, an ordinary office worker, could never dream of entering a place like that. But Mya walked in like she was at home, and the staff greeted her with respect.

In my previous life, I was so blinded by love that I didn't even notice the obvious abnormality.

"Mr... Mr. Ryan."

When Mya saw Abel, she acted like a frightened little rabbit, trembling and not daring to lift her head.

In my past life, at this moment, I quickly shielded Mya in my arms and shouted at Abel, "If you have a problem, come at me!"

But instead of gratitude, I got a brutal beating and Abel's lasting resentment.

This time, I remained indifferent.

Instead, Chris stepped forward with concern and shouted at Abel, "What kind of man are you to bully a woman? Is that what a real man does? We're only talking about a few million here, my cousin will cover it."

Men understand men best.

I knew Chris was trying to show off in front of Mya, but he was pushing all the responsibility onto me.

What Chris didn't know was that Abel hated loudmouths the most.

"Alright, let's have a proper talk, then."

Abel glanced mockingly at Chris before pretending to order his men to take Mya away, then turned to me and asked, "So, how are you going to handle the debt?"

"I only have 20,000 dollars on me."

As soon as I said that, Abel narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

The thugs nearby also began to glare icily.

Chris shuddered in fear and yelled at me, "Cousin, didn't we agree to sell the house?

"What are you waiting for, stop dragging it out!

"If I were you, for Mya's sake, I would've handed over the deed to Mr. Ryan long ago."

With that outburst, Abel frowned slightly.

I sighed and said, "You think I'm like you, owning a 200-square-meter fully paid, unfinished house? My place is mortgaged, and if Mr. Ryan takes it, I'll be paying off a 30-year loan."

Abel's face darkened as he coldly threatened. "If you don't come up with the money, I'll have no choice but to send Mya to work in a bar."

"Th-th-that..."

I pretended to be troubled and turned to Chris, saying, "Why don't you help out first? Mya will surely remember your kindness."

"And you wouldn't want her to suffer, right? The kind of people in those bars are twisted."

In my previous life, Abel had said the same thing, and I had kneeled on the spot, signing a contract to sell myself just to save Mya.

Now, I'll leave that pit for Chris to fall into.

As far as Abel's concerned, Chris and I are family. As long as someone's willing to pay off the debt, he'll consider it a passed test.

Chris hesitated, but in the end, he agreed.

Abel immediately pulled out a prepared contract, tossed it to Chris, and said playfully, "Sign it."