Veda froze as she failed to comprehend Brittany's cold humor. She did notice Brittany's dark circles and then widened her eyes in surprise, "What happened to your face? You look haggard."

Under her gaze, Brittany involuntarily touched her face, "That serious?"

Veda took out a small mirror from her bag. Brittany took it and had a glance before her image startled her.

The dark circles were severe. Her face was haggard and pale. Her pang curled from her run… Gosh, wasn't she supposed to be youthful and lovely?

Thinking that she had worked overnight, Veda looked at her with concern, "You're stressing yourself out. Did your aunt ask for money again?"

The speech of her friend reminded her of Corinne's threat last night. In an instant, her face turned wry, "Yeah, I only have several bills left. If I don't transfer the money on time today, my aunt will definitely get mad!"

When that insatiable woman was mentioned, Veda was filled with indignation, "Didn't you give her money a few days ago? She asked for it again so soon! Given the consumption level of your hometown, 800 yuan is more than enough. Apparently, she is blackmailing you!" She sulked.

The more Brittany listened, the more dejected she got. She knew her aunt well. Corinne barked and bit. Even so, she had to dig out some money. Otherwise, her brother would suffer.

Veda intended to complain further but noticed her worried face. Distressed, she softened her voice and comforted Brittany, "I have 300 yuan with me. Take it for an emergency."

Her friend lent her a helping hand. Brittany felt bitter and touched. In the past three years, Veda had helped her countless times. She hadn't paid her back yet and felt too embarrassed to trouble her again.

She smiled and declined, "It's okay. You're not rich yourself. I'll figure it out."

"What can you figure out? You don't have much money now!"

This was indeed a problem. Brittany thought for a moment, saying, "I sold eight bottles of wine last night. By rights, I'll get an 800-yuan commission. After school, I'll go find the proprietress and advance some money against my wage."

Just then, the bell rang, and the two stopped chatting.

The professor was spouting at the podium, but Brittany only felt drowsy. She did her best to widen her eyes, hold up his eyelids, and stay sober.

She didn't sleep last night. Harold tricked her and would not let her go. Worse still, he asked her to stay in his villa for the night, and the 80,000 yuan for the wine was sent to the nightclub by Eric.

The guest room was very luxurious, but she had been used to sleeping on her 90-centimeter-wide single bed. When she lay on the princess bed, it was like a beggar sleeping on the emperor's bed. Feeling uncomfortable, she twisted and turned all night.

She was destined to be poor. Gold nest or silver nest, the home was the best.

At the thought of the torment in the next six months, she felt helpless and wanted to sigh.