NovelStartShirley dared not to answer. “It's so late. Why is Mr. Marsh calling me?” Puzzled, she gingerly asked, “He should have called you, right?” Clarence prompted, “Hurry up and answer it. Something must have happened.” Shirley swiped to answer. Before speaking, she heard a mellow voice from the other end of the side, “Hello, Mrs. Saunders. This is Ivan Marsh.” “Hello, Mr. Marsh. Yeah, | know it's you,” Shirley replied attentively. “May | know what the matter is?” “Your daughter has been staying in our house for the past few weeks,” Ivan explained calmly, “She’s an intern in the Marsh Group as my wife's assistant. And she’s also my wife's bestie. Do you know it?" “Yes. Of course. Thank you for taking care of Mya.” “After work, she returned to our house. Anyway, our house in Emerald Bay is big.” Shirley looked at her husband and thanked Ivan.
After exchanging a few words, they hung up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTherefore, the Saunders couple was relieved after knowing their daughter was safe and sound.
“Let's go to bed,” Shirley said, “We shall check on Mya in Emerald Bay tomorrow morning and thank Mr. and Mrs. Marsh in person.” “Sure.” The following morning.
Linda, who didn't sleep well the previous night, walked out of her apartment while holding her handbag. It took her five minutes to walk from home to the bus stop.
Not far, three girls happened to go to work.
Linda didn’t know them but had seen them many times. They seemed to stay in the building next to hers.
“Hattie, don't forget us after you get rich,” one of them said to another girl, holding her arm tightly. “Don’t you need those things in our house? Aren't you coming home tonight?” “No, I'll leave them to you,” the girl named Hattie answered softly. She dressed up differently than the other two, looking more fashionable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLinda recalled that she wasn't like this before.
A Mercedes parked next to them. Hattie waved the other girls goodbye. “Bye, girls. | gotta go. My boyfriend is here.” “All right. Stay in touch.” The other two girls bid her farewell without hugging. They didn’t look as if Hattie would never return.
Linda watched Hattie swing toward the Mercedes. A young man got off the car, opened the door of the passenger's seat for her, and protectively helped her sit in.
After the man returned to the driver's seat, the Mercedes roared away.
The two girls heaved a sigh, walking toward the bus stop. Linda followed them.
“Alas... We can't be like Hattie.” One girl shook her head in disappointment. “She learned how to play at being cute to hit on men and registered the classes.” “First, we need money for the class. | heard one lesson costs almost a hundred bucks.” “She earned money after becoming the mistress of that divorced old man. Then she bought watches, dresses, and handbags to dress herself up to hit on young men. Many girls play such tricks nowadays.” “She also had a breast implant. That was why this rich young man fell in love with her, right? She's always confident about her current shape. After taking a shower, she can watch herself in the mirror for a long time. Men always look upon those things.” “Girls born into ordinary families should either accept their fate or find sugar daddies,” a girl concluded, “If we depend on working hard, we'll only marry an ordinary man and lead a common life.” “Exactly. Having a baby, paying the loans, and buying formula milk and diapers sounds too stressful. If | can find a rich husband, even a simple meal will cost over a thousand dollars. | can hire more than one maid to take care of my child.” “That needs luck.” Linda got on the bus and sat on a window seat. She had to listen to those two girls on the way, mixed feelings surging in her heart.
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