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Eason had no way of paying back the money; he simply didn't have it.

A lawsuit was filed, dragging him to court.

That day, I ran into Scarlett and her brother on the street.

It seemed they had made up again.

"Brent, I'll pay you back tomorrow," Eason said.

"You better drop that lawsuit quick. Don't mess with my reputation."

Eason stood there, haughty and oozing confidence.

Scarlett even looked down her nose at me.

"Your pathetic little tricks won't come between us siblings," she sneered.

"Dream on. Let me tell you, we're about to hit it big."

"You'll be begging me before long."

The two of them sauntered off arm in arm, disappearing from view.

I furrowed my brow, feeling confused and perplexed.

But the very next day, I actually received the money from Eason.

That left me truly stunned.

I pulled some strings and did a bit of digging.

Turns out the siblings had sold the house their parents left them.