"Alright. Eight hundred thousand it is."
Chase Jennings felt like he didn't have much choice right now.
Even though most of his money had been used to cover the previous thirty-million deficit, his parents were wealthy. Eight hundred thousand was nothing to them.
Eight hundred thousand to save his life? He was worth it.
Thinking this, Chase felt a sense of relief.
Scarlett Jennings didn't say much more. She simply repeated her previous actions, extracting Jacob Zimmerman's Living Soul from Chase's body, sealing it, and returning Chase's Living Soul to its rightful place.
Her movements were smooth as silk.
When Chase opened his eyes again, he felt the familiar responsiveness of his body. He was so overwhelmed that he almost cried.
Only someone who has really experienced the powerless days of being trapped in a doll, shouting in vain, can understand the preciousness of being back in their own body.