"It's just different when there's real concrete money. It's not like some people have an undeserved reputation, right, Sharon?"
"Geisha, what are you spouting when you're drunk!" The person who spoke was a red-haired boy. He smiled and raised his glass, asking a few brothers to clink glasses.
Sharon's gaze swept across the people that were talking. She remembered that these people were all classmates from university. The woman called Geisha wasn't from their course. She just worked in the Student Union with Kerry. As for the man who spoke just now, his name was Louis.
"Let's be honest. My little achievements are not worth mentioning," Kerry said embarrassedly, then looked at Sharon with gratitude.
She had almost been ruined by a scumbag. If not for Sharon, she would probably be dead now.
