The scattered money was picked up by her, bill by bill.
She carefully counted it once again.
Yes, the amount was correct, completely accurate.
Since he refused to take the money, she wouldn't stand on ceremony.
With this, her lavish meal was ensured, and she could not only have a great dinner but also enjoy a good bottle of wine.
Good, very good, everything was beyond her expectations.
Satisfied, she stood up, placed the sorted money into her bag, turned around, and squinted at the fiery-red sky set ablaze by the sunset for a long while. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but her heart felt a trace of loss.
What was she feeling lost about?
The answer she vaguely knew, but dared not think about.
She had always been someone afraid of trouble.
Once she sensed trouble, her first reaction was to hide far away and conceal herself.
Undoubtedly, Matthew Saxon had already become a source of headache for her.
