Hit the lotto jackpot?
Bought the store next door?
Little Bansey stared at the words on the note, wondering why his previously choked-up stomach suddenly felt sour.
Perhaps it was...
Indigestion?
Then, little Bansey saw the female pastry chef carefully put away the note and began to pack hot cocoa, cookies, and pastries for him.
With a hint of a smile on her face.
But it wasn't excitement, it was the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
Jason, on the other hand, sat in the chair, his expression indifferent.
"Shouldn't you guys be jumping for joy?"
"That's the lotto jackpot!"
"I've been keeping an eye out, the prize pool is almost a million!"
Little Bansey reminded them.
"Yeah, yeah, I've seen it too."
"Evelyn is really lucky."
"Plus, most importantly, she's alright, and doing very well."
As she put several slot cakes into a bag, the pastry chef said with a smile.
The pastry chef's reasoning left Bansey speechless.
He blinked and turned his gaze back to Jason.
