"Miss Cook, she's staring at us!" The young girl was holding a bun in one hand and a glass of water in the other, glancing at Avery Clark, who was cowering in a corner, swallowing her saliva hungrily.
"She's the president's mother of a big company, huh! She's so poor she can't even afford a bun. I think she's crazy!"
"Exactly, hahaha."
When it was time to sleep, these people took up all the available bedding spaces. Avery wanted to fight for a spot, but how could she? She could only curl up in the corner.
This might be the most miserable day of her life since she was born.
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Fortunately, the next morning, someone came to pick her up. It was New Year's Eve, and she was filthy, tired, and hungry. Seeing the car that was about to take her back, she was full of anger, ready to confront Robert Thomson! No, not just Robert, but also the indifferent Alexanders and Henrys!
