Sheila's House.
Knock, knock, knock.
Peggy knocked on the door.
Hearing the sound, Sheila rushed to answer. Seeing Peggy, a stranger, she asked in confusion, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Frank. He lives here, right?" Peggy replied.
Sheila was quite sharp. Assuming Frank had caused trouble again, she didn't answer directly but asked instead, "And you are?"
"Peggy Gallagher, Frank's mother," Peggy replied impatiently, as just standing there was tiring her out.
Hearing this, Sheila's expression changed instantly, flustered and panicked. "Oh? You're Frank's mother? Nice to meet you, I'm Sheila. Please, come in, come in. Frank is still asleep, I'll go wake him up right now."
Sheila was genuinely flustered. After speaking, she turned and shouted upstairs for Frank.
However, there was no response.
"He might not be awake yet. I'll go up and get him," Sheila stammered incoherently. Dropping that sentence, she turned and sprinted upstairs in her peculiar, awkward gait.
Watching her, Peggy could tell Sheila had issues—she wasn't normal. Peggy frowned, shook her head, stepped into the house, and slowly walked into the living room.
Entering the living room.
Eddie, sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, came into Peggy's view.
Seeing Eddie, Peggy was slightly surprised. "Hello?"
"Hello," Eddie replied stoically. "Frank is your son?"
"Yes. And you are?" Peggy asked as she sat down on a chair.
"Eddie Jackson," Eddie replied, still expressionless. "I've always wondered what kind of person could raise a piece of trash like Frank."
Peggy wanted to laugh. "Frank is a piece of trash, but that has nothing to do with me."
Decisively rejecting the "credit," Peggy asked, "You live here too?"
"Yeah," Eddie understood Peggy's confusion. After answering, he proactively explained, "Sheila is my wife. This is my house."
Peggy: "????"
Unable to hold back, Peggy's smile suddenly became much brighter.
"So you watch Frank fxxk your wife?" Peggy asked with a beaming smile. "That is way too messy."
Eddie raised an eyebrow. "I don't have that kind of hobby. I live in the basement. Besides, Frank can't fxxk Sheila. Thank God, Frank's junk is long gone. He's completely useless now."
Peggy had only returned yesterday, so she truly didn't know about this. She was shocked. "What happened to Frank's junk?"
Eddie finally showed some expression and laughed. "You don't know? Over six months ago, Frank's junk suddenly fell into the toilet. He became an 'it'—neither man nor woman. I believe it was God's work."
Peggy: "????"
Such a thing can happen?
Peggy was genuinely shocked, momentarily at a loss for words.
Mentioning this topic made Eddie happy. His chatterbox opened, and he spoke again, laughing, "Since then, Frank can only let Sheila use toys on his ass, while I get to fxxk Sheila!"
Peggy: "..."
Is this whole family perverted?
Peggy really didn't expect to witness such bizarre things at her age. She was speechless.
Eddie smiled, said no more, and continued eating his breakfast.
The fact was.
Peggy's thoughts weren't wrong at all.
Sheila's household was indeed a bit perverted.
With Frank losing his manhood, Sheila was actually happy. She felt it was perfect. Instead of despising Frank, she liked him even more.
After that, in order to stay here with food and shelter, Frank had no choice. He basically lay flat and let Sheila do whatever she wanted.
This inconceivable reality was laid out before her...
The shamelessly castrated Frank, the perverted Sheila, and Karen, who was practically born to be a slut...
Faced with all this, as time went on, Eddie gradually couldn't take it anymore and slowly became twisted too. Occasionally, he would seduce Sheila and fxxk her to vent.
A few days ago, Eddie even ruthlessly fxxked Sheila right in front of Frank, letting the eunuch Frank watch but do nothing, enjoying Frank's suffering...
As for Karen, Eddie had long since given up hope, completely abandoning her to whatever fate she chose.
At this moment, by the dining table, recalling the pleasure of those past days, Eddie couldn't help but smile happily, imagining how he would play next.
---
Second Floor, Bedroom.
Frank, who had long been trained by Sheila into a human bottomless pit, was desperately trying to use bedsheets to escape out the window.
Sheila saw him and didn't understand. "Frank, what are you doing? Your mom is here."
Frank was in agony, but he didn't want Sheila to see clearly what kind of scumbag he was and kick him out, so he lied. "I'm airing the sheets."
"Stop that. Get dressed quickly, your mom is waiting for you," Sheila said happily.
Frank was helpless. His courage to escape faded rapidly. "Okay."
"Hurry up," Sheila urged again, then turned and scurried downstairs.
Reaching Peggy, Sheila was a bit constrained and incoherently tried to make conversation again.
Peggy really didn't want to deal with this perverted bitch. She looked at Eddie by the dining table and chose to play deaf.
Sheila didn't realize it and kept talking.
After playing deaf for a while, Peggy really couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't imagine wasting her final days like this and had to interrupt Sheila. "Why isn't Frank down yet?"
Hearing this, Sheila turned and yelled upstairs.
"Coming," Frank, who had been agonizing in the bedroom for a while, replied helplessly. Then, with no other choice, he braced himself, got up, and went downstairs.
Walking down the stairs.
"Mom," Frank called out with a bitter face.
The torture from Sheila finally ended. Peggy breathed a long sigh of relief and ordered Frank, "Come here, help me up. We're going out. I have things to do!"
Facing Peggy, Frank was truly cowardly. He didn't dare disobey and obediently did as told.
Seeing them leaving, Sheila hurriedly said, "Are you going out for business? Can you help me buy some groceries on the way..."
Sheila didn't get to finish her sentence.
Peggy decisively roared at Frank, "Go!"
Frank was terrified by the roar. He could only turn his head and give Sheila a bitter smile, then obediently helped Peggy walk out.
Peggy said nothing more. She didn't want to see Sheila for another second, gritting her teeth and speeding up.
Not long after.
They walked out of the house.
As soon as they stepped out, Peggy couldn't hold it back anymore. "Jesus!! Frank, you have absolutely no bottom line!"
"You're mixing with that kind of slut?"
"Christ! She's a psychopath. I was so annoyed by her I almost committed suicide!!"
Frank didn't dare talk back, keeping his head low meekly.
But when he heard the word "suicide"...
Ding-dong.
Frank's eyes suddenly lit up. His mind raced, and he had a great idea!
I need to get Sheila to ramp it up!
Force this old hag to commit suicide!!!
Frank thought to himself.
---
Sheila's House.
Sheila stood behind the window, clearly hearing Peggy's words. She was furious. She moved quickly, opened the front door, and wanted to shout back...
Unfortunately, on one hand, Frank had already helped Peggy out of the yard. On the other hand, and most importantly, there were other people on the street.
Caring about her image, Sheila gritted her teeth, slammed the door shut (Bang!), and rushed to Eddie. "Eddie, Frank's mom called me a slut, and a psychopath..."
Sheila complained at length.
Accurate description, Eddie thought quietly after listening, then smiled faintly, stood up, and offered thoughtful comfort.
After comforting her for a while, he seduced her with a few words.
Sheila knelt on the floor and got to work.
Eddie enjoyed it, genuinely feeling that this life wasn't so bad.
Frank was responsible for getting his ass used by Sheila.
He was responsible for FXXKING Sheila, without needing his ass used.
No problem at all.
---
Dex Restaurant.
Mandy was working very seriously... in fact, it was more than just serious. There was an obvious eagerness to please in her diligence.
Dexter watched, feeling quite helpless.
No one develops a people-pleasing personality for no reason.
Behind the pleasing is inevitably low self-esteem.
The more desperate the pleasing, the deeper the inferiority complex.
The problem was, this personality wasn't easy to change... Only when one gradually becomes stronger internally can there be change. External forces have little influence.
Dexter couldn't do anything about it for now, so he put the matter aside and moved on to the next thing.
Now that he was back, he still needed to manage the restaurant business.
Making a net profit of ten or twenty thousand dollars a day was honestly pretty good.
Earning like this for a month would be enough to buy several houses around here.
He had to keep buying houses...
That vacant lot next to the Gallagher house needed to be bought in a couple of days to build a house. Later, he'd find an opportunity to let Carl move in...
So, time to open chests.
He just wanted to get a few new dishes, so opening Bronze Chests would suffice.
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: $9,000.]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: One Military Dagger.]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Pork Stew with Vermicelli (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Braised Pork Ribs (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Double Cooked Pork Slices (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Braised Fish (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: Dish — Spicy Chicken (Includes 10 sets of ingredients).]
[You have opened a Bronze Chest. Congratulations, you have received: 200 lbs of Imperial Tribute Rice.]
Done. No more opening.
Suddenly having so many dishes, he could eat different ones for a while.
Noon.
The restaurant business was booming as usual.
Veronica was grinning from ear to ear earning tips, happy beyond belief.
On the other two fronts.
Kevin and Svetlana were also beaming with joy selling "extra meal cards."
By now, the main buyers of the meal cards were no longer just the rich folks, but the shameless scoundrels of the South Side, like Tommy.
Many scoundrels had tasted the benefits and were incredibly proactive.
Naturally, quite a few were thinking about counterfeiting.
They just hadn't figured it out yet.
---
Afternoon.
Restaurant service ended.
Dexter headed out briskly, driving straight to the city center. He picked out a diamond necklace for Bianca, and after that, went to the marina by Lake Michigan and rented a slip.
He paid the slip fee for a year in one lump sum.
Cigarette in mouth, Dexter stood in front of his slip, pulled up the system, and claimed the luxury yacht he had won earlier.
Voila.
The yacht appeared silently before Dexter.
Heh heh.
Holy cow.
This yacht was at least over a hundred feet, several decks high, truly extravagantly luxurious.
Dexter couldn't help but feel it was like a dream.
Just like that, he had a yacht.
The next second.
Dexter didn't hesitate. He boarded quickly and toured it thoroughly.
Absolutely fantastic.
"Pity I can't leave Chicago for now," Dexter remembered he couldn't leave this world normally. He felt a little regret, but only a little. There was plenty of time; it wasn't a big deal.
After admiring it.
Dexter got off the boat and looked at the hull.
This yacht had no name.
Time to name it.
A few minutes later.
Dexter took out his phone and called the marina management, asking them to send someone over to paint the name on the yacht.
The workers arrived quickly, in less than half an hour. Then, for the sake of money, they started working immediately.
Dexter walked a bit further away and took a picture.
Click.
Then, he sent it to Bianca first.
[Congratulations Ms. Greene, on your new yacht, the Bianca.]
Bianca was busy and didn't see it.
Dexter didn't mind. He opened Twitter and posted a new update.
[The yacht 'Bianca' has arrived. I'll organize a party another day, inviting everyone to eat and drink.]