I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World Chapter 180: Even If You're Poor, Your Milk And Poop Can't B

Rose-red bob, eyes shining like embedded eralds, and a pouty expression as if displeased with sothing.

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Helen Redrose, sitting at a desk so expensive that even if Poporing sold her shop that was lost to stocks, along with the panties she was wearing, couldn’t afford it, moved her hands ceaselessly.

On the couch a bit further away, Ian and Poporing waited, but Helen didn’t even glance at them, focusing only on her work.

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She was genuinely busy, but this was also Helen’s protest.

A protest against Ian, who dared to bring another woman when coming to see her!

‘How…!! There’s a limit to shalessness! How can a father co to see the mother of his child with another woman by his side!! What will Harin think seeing this!!’