Decker had yellow hair and wore huge stud earrings. There were big holes in his jeans, and he had a brand-new motorcycle. On the back seat was a woman with flaming red curls.

One only had to look at them to know that neither of them was a decent person.

Debbie felt an instant headache when she Looked at her older brother.

“I told you not to hit bars anymore."

Decker got off his motorcycle and stood in front of her Like a scumbag.

“It's none of your business. Why were you gone for so long? Are you avoiding me? You wouldn't see me again if I hadn't come here to bust you, would you? I'LL tell the press how ungrateful and cold you are.

You don't even bother to take care of your brother.”

Debbie's head was about to explode. She closed her eyes in disappointment as she took a deep breath. She said nonchalantly,

"You're a healthy man. Why should I take care of you? I've been busy lately, and I will be out of Zugrurg for a few days. Get yourself a job.”

“I'm too busy to get a job. So you're working, hey? Well, okay, I get it. Then give me fifty grand, and I'll stay out of your way."

‘Fifty grand.’ Debbie realized she didn't have a brother. She was keeping a leech.

Ruby looked around vigilantly, afraid that someone was hiding around a corner or in the bushes. Some paparazzo trying to get a good candid shot of Debbie.

“Decker, I can't. I'm all tapped out and hurting for cash," Debbie snapped, turning down her brother's request. It wasn't an excuse. She'd already spent a ton of money on the detectives, and she was closing in on the limits of her expense account. She'd even withdrawn the money saved in her fixed deposit account.

Decker wasn't angry. He dragged the woman standing behind him forward.

“We're getting married soon. I could use some cash to start my new life, you know? You're my sis, after all.”

"Getting married?" Debbie was shocked. She sized the girl up. She'd barely reached twenty, but she sure dressed like an adult. Debbie suppressed the shock in her heart and asked the girl, “You sure about him? He's a parasite. You want to marry a man who lives off his sister?"

Angered by her remarks, Decker stepped in between them and glared at

Debbie.

"Hey! I resent that! What are you trying to do, anyway?"

Ignoring him, Debbie kept her eyes on the young girl, awaiting her answer. The girl had already retreated behind him. She leaned out and replied, "He treats me well. I want to marry him." Her tone was timid, halting, hushed. Debbie could tell she was afraid of offending him.

Debbie didn't expect a stupid answer like that. It seemed rehearsed, almost.

A smug smile crept across Decker's face.

"You heard her! Now, the money!"

“Fine. I'll give you fifty thousand dollars. But you'll have to get a job first, to support this fine young Lady. No job, no money." She couldn't bear to see her brother just doing nothing like that. If he didn't find a good job, his future would be bleak.

Debbie was done talking, so she turned on her heel and started walking back to her car.