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nThis person also has a little scowl on his face. However, the scowl isn’t directed at me, but at my mom. The reason for this is that, just like how I don’t find a werewolve’s scent disgusting, they also don’t find my scent repulsive.

nThis phenomenon has always baffled many werewolves, especially the females, and some even went as far as to ask me out. However, I always turned them down because I didn’t want to cheat on Zella while we were still dating.

n“Mr. Bon….” I let out a surprised voice.

nThe person that’s currently in front of me is Mr. Bon Rex, the strict teacher who has been teaching at Springfield high school for over 120 years. It was also rumored that he is still *cough*… a virgin.

nFurthermore, he was also the dumbo who was asking Anne out in her office yesterday.

nBut what the hell is he doing here? This is so confusing.

nMe too, I don’t understand what is going on… But I think I have an idea.

n“Look who we’ve got here, A vampire lord and her son who is one of the troublemakers in the losers class.” Mr. Bon says as he adjusts his eyeglasses.

n“I won’t take any insult from you, Bon. And mind you, I’m also his wife. Insulting him is also the same as stepping on me.” My mom cut him short threateningly.

n“Mmm, his wife? Vampires are still as weird as ever.

n“Well, we are mature now, Jill. It won’t make sense to start an unnecessary argument now.” Mr. Bon tells us and gestures for us to sit down on the two office chairs in front of him.

nFollowing his motion, we don’t hesitate to sit down on the chairs. (Though, there’s still a disgusted expression on my mom’s face.)

nLooking at Mr. Bon from top to bottom, he doesn’t look at all like the Mr. Bon from our school. Although his face is the same and he is still wearing his usual glasses. However, he looks neat and handsome compared to his former self. He’s wearing a plain black suit from an expensive brand that’s worth over ten thousand dollars. His face is also acne-free and his hair is neatly styled to the side.

n“Do you know that my son nearly died because of your pathetic technology that didn’t teleport him away from that death zone!” My mom bellows.

n“Calm down, Jill. I know that it’s our company’s fault, and I sincerely apologize for that. To be honest, I was ready to butt in the moment I realized that he was in danger. Look at the mini teleporter that I asked the guards to set up.” Mr. Bon says and points towards the side of the room, showing us a small, black, round object.

n“However, I stopped when I realized that you were already there,” Mr. Bon adds.

n“So you knew that he has always gambled?” My mom asks in a low voice, her anger gone.

n“Yes, I know that he always gambles here along with his friends. However, I feigned ignorance so that he would learn the hard way.” Mr. Bon replies.

n‘Fuck! This doesn’t make any sense.’ I curse under my breath.

n“Sigh… I’m sorry for my rudeness earlier. And by the way, is this another one of your old nasty tricks? You haven’t changed in the slightest.” My mom shakes her head at Mr. Bon and a disgusted expression appears on her face again.

n“My friend, let’s put the old days behind us. Well, I find joy in living multiple lives. And more importantly, it also brings in more money and many hoes…fufufu.” Mr. Bon lets out mischievous chuckles and a vicious grin begins to form on his face.

nWait a minute, tricks, multiple lives? This doesn’t make any sense!

nI look at my mom and Mr. Bon in confusion.

nThen, Mr. Bon finally catches onto my expression and flashes a smile at me and my mom.

n“Oh, seems like your so— ahem husband doesn’t know about me.

nWell, you see Jake, I have a doppelganger ability, and a very strong one at that. I can make many clones of myself and one of my clones is a teacher at Springfield which is why you are confused. And I am connected to every one of my clones, which basically means that I’m everywhere since I can switch my original self with them at any moment…fufufu.” Mr. Bon tells me this as his grin grows wider.

nI knew it!

n“Also, I never realized that the cat girl at Springfield was your babe. Well, Imma back off for you….fufufu.” Mr. Bon adds as he brings his face closer and whispers into my ears.

n‘Let me see you try loser. No way will Anne allow your freaking clone to touch her body.’ I curse under my breath.

n“Enough of that… we aren’t here for that. Why was Jake disqualified and his bets invalid? Furthermore, the Company has to compensate us for their failed technology.” Mom suddenly announces. “Although I don’t need this money, it’s Jake’s money, and as his wife, I am going to sue this company!”

n“Sigh… are you flaunting the fact that you are his wife? Well, I don’t really care about that. After all, I have seen more weird ** than this.

n“And about the invalid bet…. I’m not the owner of the company, I work here as a manager and I have to act like one. The bet was ticked invalid by our bots who believed that Jake left the match without killing his opponent, because his intended opponents were meant to be high-level zombies or mutants and not the blood-thirsty Dhampir” Mr. Bon explains.

n“Mmm, that makes sense.” My mom ponders quietly.

n“However, due to our company’s policy and the poor technology that failed to teleport Jake, we’re going to pay him his full winnings. And not only that, but we are also going to compensate him.” Mr. Bon continues, then begins to type away very fast on his VHC (virtual holographic computer).

nAfter some minutes of typing he pauses, then glances at me and my mom with a smile on his face.

n“Congratulations player JR5, you have won one hundred and thirty-two million dollars, and the company also offered you two million dollars as compensation. So in total, you’ve earned $134,000,000.” Mr. Bon announces with the same smile still carved on his face.

n“Unfortunately, this is a huge loss for the company.” He lets out a sigh and slumps into his comfy chair.

nFor a minute, all my brain cells freeze.

n“D-Did I just win $134,000,000?!!!”

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