Layla thought the food was tasteless. She hadn't been eating much.
Isabelle could casually take out 300 dollars, which was equivalent to her mother's monthly salary. She didn't even have that much for several months of pocket money.
Layla turned her head to look at Isabelle, who was returning to her room.
From head to toe, Isabelle was dressed in designer brands that she herself could only dream of wearing. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand how Isabelle had suddenly become neither stupid nor weak, and was even able to earn a lot of money.
In the past, Isabelle couldn't even compare to her. She was always hunched over, submissive, and never dared to look her in the eye, let alone talk back.
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