On the other side, children from other families have a living allowance of two or three thousand Dollars a month.
But for George Armstrong, it's five thousand.
Christina Armstrong couldn't bear to make her precious eldest son suffer.
Over the phone, George Armstrong seed sowhat impatient, "Transfer another ten thousand to ."
Ten thousand?
Sabrina Sabir asked in surprise, "George, what do you need so much money for?"
George replied, "I'm about to prepare for postgraduate studies. I need to treat my supervisor and classmates to a al, don't I? If you don't understand, then don't ask so many questions! It's so annoying!"
"Alright, alright, I won't ask," Sabrina Sabir wasn't angry in the face of her son's rebuke; instead, she smiled, "Don't worry, George, Mom will transfer the money to you right away. I will definitely not hold you back!"
After hanging up the phone, Sabrina Sabir transferred the money to George.
Christina Armstrong looked at her mother who was all smiles, and in that instant, she suddenly felt that Sabrina Sabir was like a stranger to her.
Why the two faces?
Her grades are outstanding, too.
She could have also gotten into a very good high school.
Why treat her like this!
Was the child they picked up really Isla Astir?
But why does Isla Astir live a happier life than her?
Compared to Isla Astir,
She's more like a picked-up child.
Just then, as if rembering sothing, Sabrina Sabir turned to look at Christina Armstrong, "Didn't your factory say that it would raise wages? Why has there still been no movent?"
"I don't know," Christina Armstrong shook her head.
Sabrina Sabir squinted her eyes, "You're not lying to , are you? If you dare deceive , I'll beat you to death!"
"No," Christina Armstrong was helpless, "If you don't believe , you can ask our factory manager or my colleagues."
"I'll go ask tomorrow!"
Sabrina Sabir continued, "Rember, you were all born from , so your money is my money! Not to ntion money, even your life is given by !"
Before long, the car arrived at the Armstrong Clan's rented neighborhood.
The next day.
The factory was closed for the day.
Early in the morning, Sabrina Sabir dragged Christina Armstrong to the hospital for a check-up.
It wasn't until they reached the hospital that Christina Armstrong discovered what her mother had brought her to check, and her face was full of humiliated tears.
But Sabrina Sabir held the inspection report with a smile on her face.
Good.
Christina Armstrong was still a virgin.
Looking at Christina Armstrong, Sabrina Sabir warned, "Let tell you, girls need to have self-respect and self-love. If you dare ss around outside, I will break your legs."
Christina Armstrong never felt as cold-hearted as she did at this mont.
What is she in her mother's heart?
An item that can be exchanged for a substantial dowry?
Ridiculous!
Christina Armstrong could hardly breathe; she turned back to look at Sabrina Sabir, "Mom, I'm going to the restroom."
"Go ahead," Sabrina Sabir nodded.
Christina Armstrong went to the restroom.
In the end, she couldn't hold back; standing in front of the washbasin, she covered her mouth and sobbed.
The restroom on the first floor wasn't very crowded.
At that mont, soone gently patted Christina Armstrong's shoulder.
She stiffened, turning her swollen eyes to look back.
With that look, Christina Armstrong was stunned again.
No other reason.
The person was simply too beautiful.
Dressed in a white knitted shirt, her slender legs were wrapped in light-colored jeans, her feet sporting a pair of little white shoes, pure as if she stepped out from a youth school novel as the female protagonist.
Her eyes were picturesque.
Her lips were naturally red without lipstick.
"Are you alright?"
Even her voice sounded pleasant, like the tinkling sound of spring water.
Looking at the tissue handed to her, Christina Armstrong took it with so awkwardness, "Thank you."
"No need to thank ."
"I don't know what you are going through, but there is only one moon in the sky, and there is also only one you in the world. As long as you believe in the light, the dawn will eventually dispel the darkness." After saying this, she gently patted Christina Armstrong's shoulder and then turned to leave.
Her tone was light, like a magical spring breeze, lting snow and ice wherever it went, reviving all living things.
Christina Armstrong watched her back for a long ti before she realized that this wasn't this the Miss Thompson she had encountered last night in the Milk Tea Shop?
...
On the other side.
In Country Polluton.
Jack and Peter had been taking Eleanor Armstrong and Harlan Lentz around to visit many famous sights these days.
The two were out enjoying the streets.
Suddenly, they bumped into a business acquaintance.
Seeing the newcor, Eleanor Armstrong slightly frowned and was about to turn away with Harlan Lentz, but at that mont, the person spoke up first.
"Isn't that Mr. Lentz and Mrs. Lentz?"
Eleanor Armstrong thought to herself that this was bad but still put on a smile and turned back, "Mrs. Zacks, what a coincidence."
Mrs. Zacks smiled and said, "It really is a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you both in Polluton. Oh, let introduce, this is my son Hobar Saln. Our Hobar is currently settled in Polluton. By the way, do you know about Value Technology?"
Harlan Lentz nodded, "I know."
Value Technology is one of the notable technology companies currently. There have been rumors that the CEO of Value Technology is from the Sinian Country.
Could it be...
Before Harlan Lentz could gather his thoughts, Mrs. Zacks continued, "Value Technology is my son's company; he is now the Chief CEO of Value Technology."
After speaking, Mrs. Zacks added, "Speaking of which, it's also a matter of fate! Our Hobar used to be classmates with your third son! Unfortunately, although Hobar was not very talented as a child, always scolded by the teacher for being too slow, your third son had already moved up to the second year of junior high! Our Hobar was still in the fifth grade!"
Mrs. Zacks words were cutting, each phrase striking deep.
She ostensibly praised Terrence Lentz for his intelligence, but in reality, she was mocking Terrence Lentz for being a good-for-nothing.
At that ti, Hobar Saln had always been overshadowed by Terrence Lentz. Since the two families were close and the ages of Terrence Lentz and Hobar Saln were similar, they were naturally compared by people.
Although Hobar Saln was also very intelligent, Terrence Lentz was, after all, a prodigy.
Compared to a genius, Hobar Saln seed sowhat ordinary.
Now finally having the chance to turn the tables, she naturally wanted to retrieve all the face she had lost before.
And to do so in spades.
Hobar Saln looked at Harlan Lentz and Eleanor Armstrong with a smile, politely said, "Uncle, Auntie, how are you? I wonder where Terrence is making a career now? He was so amazing as a child, always taking first place, he must have achieved great success by now, mustn't he?"
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