Chapter 3

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue, numbly preparing goods, packing, and shipping like a robot. I stayed busy for five hours straight.

When I saw the online shop's revenue dozens of times higher than usual, I didn't feel that rush of excitement. I just felt heavy inside, as if a needle was stuck in my heart.

During those five hours, Victoria didn't call me back. She didn't even send me a single message.

When I finally sat down to catch my breath after finishing, my phone received another order.

I opened it. It was my home address again, Victoria's name and phone number again!

This time she ordered some mechanical items—very wild and very private, and quite expensive.

I really couldn't understand what she was up to. Why would she order these things!

Half a day had passed, and she still hadn't had enough?

This was getting ridiculously crazy!

Now I wasn't just in a state of collapse—I'd turned completely angry. I wanted nothing more than to grab a steel pipe, break down my door, and see what the hell was going on.

Unwilling to give up, I called Victoria several more times, but still no one answered.

That's when I realized I might have been blocked.

Soon after, that delivery driver came again, grinning from ear to ear.

"Boss, you're really lucky! Your friend keeps giving you business, literally throwing money at you! I got this order again—another $200 tip!"

I couldn't even force a smile. My hands were trembling.

The delivery driver, still oblivious, kept urging me.

"Hurry, boss! Won't you do this money-making business? But is your friend playing too wild? Can they handle this all day?"

I was confused too. It seemed I was the one who couldn't handle it.

I didn't want to look at the shop anymore. I just wanted to rush home as fast as possible.

Just then, the delivery driver suddenly gave a low cry.

"Hey, boss! Your friend contacted me and asked me to help bring something."

"What thing?"

"A suitcase. She specifically noted it should be red, 12 inches."

Didn't she bring a suitcase when she went on her business trip?

Why buy another one?

What game was she playing? What suspense was she selling!

Furious, I pinched myself hard to stay calm. I temporarily dismissed the idea of going home to look, wanting to see what Victoria was really up to.

So I took out another $1,000 as a tip and basically hired the delivery driver for the rest of his day, hoping he'd help me see clearly when he delivered again.

"Just do what she says. Buy whatever she wants. The tip won't be small anyway. I have another favor to ask. After you deliver the goods, don't leave right away. Stay downstairs or in the stairwell and help me see what she's really doing."

The delivery driver hesitated, as if he'd seen murder in my eyes, and suddenly panicked.

"You're not going to do anything illegal, are you? Don't drag me into trouble!"

I shook my head. I had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I'll be honest with you! That's my house. The person placing the order is my wife. I have to watch the shop right now and can't go there. I can only ask you to help me see what she's doing at home. Please!"

"I'm willing to add another $200—$1,200 total as a tip. Don't take any more orders after this. Just help me see clearly, okay?"