Mnie felt a little helpless.
Eugene seemed to be less irritated now. He asked her, “Why? Are you here to borrow money for your mother?”
His tone sounded sarcastic, but Mnie felt better. At least, she knew Euegne did not lend her mother
any money.
She felt calmer and said, “Don’t lend her any money.”
Taken aback, he scoffed. “Aren’t you always generous and filial?”
Mnie huffed, and her voice was soft when she said, “Anyway, I hope you won’t lend her any money.”
She did not want to call Dn.
Hearing her voice made her feel disappointment and despair.
Thus, she could only ask Eugene.
Eugene did not seem to care. All he gave was a snort and nothing more.
However, when Mnie was about to hang up the call, he suddenly mentioned, “Have you forgotten George is about to be released?”
Mnie’s forehead creased.
There were too many things going on these days, and she had forgotten about George.
She recalled George behaving like a thug and hitting others at the hospital entrance that day. If he got out… Mnie tried to remain calm. “They’ll call the police.”
Eugene asked, “Do you think your mother will call the police?”
Mnie knew Dn would not without even needing to think.
Dn would be reluctant to get George imprisoned, so she would not call the police.
Mnie had first thought Dn would be strong as a mother because Peachie was still young. She might not tolerate George’s act, even if it was just for Peachie’s sake.
However, Mnie realized yesterday she had been wrong.
Eugene seemed to be busy. He sounded cold again when he said, “Bye.”
Mnie stood there with her phone in her hand and a frown on her face.
Eugene saw Theodore’s message on the screen just as he hung up Mnie’s call. It was a short message.
[Everything has been arranged.]
Eugene nced at it before he exited the chat box and saw Vi’s message.
He tapped into the notification, only to see the photo Vi sent him.
The background of the photo was obvious. He could see where it was taken without even Vi telling him.
Squinting his eyes, he stared at the photo expressionlessly.
After exiting the chat box, he returned his phone to his pocket.
Then, he walked out.
Mnie had to work that afternoon. She organized the documents and listened to Xander and the others discussing the lighting.
Oliver noticed Mnie was focusing on her work. “Mel, why don’t you join our discussion? It isn’t nice to keep your head lowered and bury yourself in your work.”
Mnie’s mind was in a mess, but she would not bring emotions to the workce.
She shook her head. “I have a bit more left to work on.”
However, Xander said, “Since only a bit is left, you can continueter. Haven’t you always wanted to learn how to n events?”
Mnie felt bad about rejecting them again. She stood up and sat by the coffee table.
Xander looked at her. “You can ask whatever you don’t understand.”
Mnie nodded and thought for a moment before asking, “You guys even know how to n the electrical route?”
“In <b>an </b>exhibition, lighting ys an important role. It provides the atmosphere, emotions, and the meaning behind the artwork. Xander exined to her and took a few sheets of draft paper on the table as he pointed.
“For example, the moving lighting should be ced at the center of the exhibition.”
Mnie understood what he meant and listened to the other ns they had discussed until they reached the topic of the exhibition’s theme.
Suddenly, Oliver asked Mnie, “Mnie, whichpany are you working for?”
Mnie felt a little helpless.
Eugene seemed to be less irritated now. He asked her, “Why? Are you here to borrow money for your
mother?”
His tone sounded sarcastic, but Mnie felt better. At least, she knew Euegne did not lend her mother
any money.
She felt calmer and said, “Don’t lend her any money.
Taken aback, he scoffed. “Aren’t you always generous and filial?”
Mnie huffed, and her voice was soft when she said, “Anyway, I hope you won’t lend her any
money,”
She did not want to call Dn.
Hearing her voice made her feel disappointment and despair.
Thus, she could only ask Eugene.
Eugene did not seem to care. All he gave was a snort and nothing more.
However, when Mnie was about to hang up the call, he suddenly mentioned, “Have you forgotten George is about to be released?”
Mnie’s forehead creased.
There were too many things going on these days, and she had forgotten about George.
She recalled George behaving like a thug and hitting others at the hospital entrance that day. If he out… Mnie tried to remain calm. “They’ll call the police.”
Eugene asked, “Do you think your mother will call the police?”
Mnie knew Dn would not without even needing to think.
Dn would be reluctant to get George imprisoned, so she would not call the police.
Mnie had first thought Dn would be strong as a mother because Peachie was still young. She might not tolerate George’s act, even if it was just for Peachie’s sake.
However, Mnie realized yesterday she had been wrong.
Eugene seemed to be busy. He sounded cold again when he said, “Bye.”
Mnie stood there with her phone in her hand and a frown on her face.
Eugene saw Theodore’s message on the screen just as he hung up Mnie’s call. It was a short
message.
got
[Everything has been arranged.]
Eugene nced at it before he exited the chat box and saw Vi’s message.
He tapped into the notification, only to see the photo Vi sent him.
The background of the photo was obvious. He could see where it was taken without even Vi telling
him.
Squinting his eyes, he stared at the photo expressionlessly.
After exiting the chat box, he returned his phone to his pocket.
Then, he walked out.
Mnie had to work that afternoon. She organized the documents and listened to Xander and the others discussing the lighting.
Oliver noticed Mnie was focusing on her work. “Mel, why don’t you join our discussion? It isn’t
nice to keep your head lowered and bury yourself in your work.”
Mnie’s mind was in a mess, but she would not bring emotions to the workce.
She shook her head. “I have a bit more left to work on.”
However, Xander said, “Since only a bit is left, you can continueter. Haven’t you always wanted to learn how to n events?”
Mnie felt bad about rejecting them again. She stood up and sat by the coffee table.
Xander looked at her. “You can ask whatever you don’t understand.”
Mnie nodded and thought for a moment before asking, “You guys even know how to n the
electrical route?”
“In an exhibition, lighting ys an important role. It provides the atmosphere, emotions, and the meaning behind the artwork. Xander exined to her and took a few sheets of draft paper on the table as he pointed.
“For example, the moving lighting should be ced at the center of the exhibition.”
Mnie understood what he meant and listened to the other ns they had discussed until they
reached the topic of the exhibition’s theme.
Suddenly, Oliver asked Mnie, “Mnie, whichpany are you working for?”