After some careful calculations, it seemed she only had a little over seven hundred USD left.
Suddenly, she remembered that she still owed Charles Northwood six hundred USD.
Thinking of this, she halted and dialed Charles Northwood's number again.
Charles Northwood, who was trailing her, found it strange when she suddenly stopped. Just then, his cellphone vibrated.
"Hello?"
His voice sounded a little muffled, as if suppressed by something.
He hadn't realized that Fiona Sutton was so broke she couldn't even afford two meat buns.
"I just remembered I owe you six hundred USD. I came into some money a couple of days ago, so I can pay you back now. Where are you?"
A tremor ran through Charles Northwood's heart, and his right hand slowly clenched.
"I'm at Madgar Pavilion."
He figured he might as well tell her a location and take her out for dinner while he was at it. Look at how terribly skinny she is.
"Madgar Pavilion?"
