Suddenly, the owner of the shoes stopped in front of Harper. Right on the heels of that, Harper saw her hair hanging down, as if someone was clinging to the edge of the bed and lowering her head to look at the bottom of the bed…
Harper was petrified on the spot. He even stopped breathing.
The strands of hair fell to the ground and increased. It was possible to guess that the head was getting closer and closer to the bottom of the bed. Harper turned his eyes stiffly and looked at Amelia for help, but he did not expect Amelia to be counting money!
Yes! Counting money! Counting paper money!
Harper was so angry that he was about to cry! At this time, she was still counting money! Did she have to count paper money? She could just burn it!
