Now, if I took out the money, they would definitely call me sweetheart and beg me to come back home.
But what if I ran out of money and they still asked me for some more?
Now I understood that love had long been a tool for them to exploit me.
Love with conditions was not love, but a mask to conceal their real desires and greed!
Fortunately, money could solve all my problems.
No drivers picked up orders in extreme weather, so I kept raising the price and finally hailed a limo.
The small inn was fully booked, so I booked a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.
The next day at noon, I was awakened by my ringing phone. I answered it in a daze and realized it was my mom.
"Hazel, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistake. Come to Blue Sea Hotel, and we'll forgive your nonsense last night!"
Before I could finish speaking, she hung up the phone.
Most likely it was a trap.
I wanted to see what trick they were playing.
I pushed open the door of the private room, and everyone inside was very happy. There were also two strangers sitting at the head of the table.