Chapter 1867 Pity Or Retribution

• For several years, the authorities in Loang had poured money and imagination into a nationwide campaign warning citizens about the traps waiting in distant Fruycia. They even commissioned a sleek anti-fraud app, every notification pulsing like a tiny siren. Yet the warnings kept failing. People streamed over the border in a steady trickle that never slowed, each hopeful soul convinced the next bright promise would be the one that finally paid. Even Jodie and Annie—university graduates who should have known better—had been netted. Finnegan couldn't help but think them as fools.
• “Still, who could have imagined that the senior we adored back in college would turn out to be a con artist?” she spoke in a tremor thick with grievance.
• Jodie's gaze remained obstinate, her expression holding not a trace of self-reflection.