Franklin took it with a frown.
There were four villas in the Whitecliff residential area of the western suburbs. With a look, you could tell they were very expensive.
"I don't know where Miss Torres got these things either. If this is really they key to a house, I wouldn't dare to accept it. This is worth a lot of money. I wouldn't be able to repay it even if I worked like a horse."
Franklin's hand gently caressed the bump of the key.
"Master Franklin, I'll leave the key and the note to you. Oh right, what about Miss Torres? Are you going to let her live outside?"
Franklin's head ached at the mention of this.
"Of course not. I'll think of something tomorrow."
Mr. Hayes nodded, a little hesitant to speak.
"Mr. Hayes, if you have something to say, just say it. In this family, besides Grandma, you're the elder we respect the most."
Mr. Hayes rubbed his hands together.
