My Destined Lover

But given the Browns’ background and history as a focal point of New York power, it is hardly surprising.

Marcus’ expression softened and he sent back a text message.

[Thank you]

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“The money for the taxi ran out so quickly, really? Did you secretly take that money to play?”

Mrs. Taylor’s suspicious gaze kept scanning Laura who was standing outside the door.

Laura was expressionless, “The school is so far away, the car…”

“All right, all right, don’t make excuses.” Mrs. Taylor waved her hand impatiently and fished out her wallet, “Just money, isn’t it? From now on, you ask Jones for it, don’t bother me.”

Its perfunctory attitude, as if treated a little beggar.

Laura looked at Mrs. Taylor clipping a few bills between her fingers, and she suddenly looked up, “I don’t want them.”

“What?” Mrs. Taylor frowned.

She was answered by the sound of the door closing.

“You, you! You little bitch!” Mrs. Taylor shouted at the closed door, “How dare you take it out on me…”

On the walk to school, Laura mused. She had asked Mrs. Taylor for the cab money because a large part of the Taylor family’s property had been left by her mother — since it was her own money, there was no reason to give it to someone else.

Although walking to school is not a problem at all, this is not the way to go…

After class.

Lucy looked down and grabbed a packet of chips from the belly of her desk, “Laura, what are you thinking about? You’ve been in a daze…”

“Nothing.” Laura subconsciously denied it. But thinking of Lucy’s power at school, she asked, “Lucy, do you know of any good ways to make money?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Make money?” Lucy ripped open the chips, “Are you very short of money? I can lend it to you, no repayment period.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think so. I want to make money by myself.”

“Well…” Lucy chewed up her chips and ate them with a loud click, “Let me think…”

“That’s right!” Her eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, “You can be a live streamer! I watched a beauty blogger live this morning, and people were giving her gifts like crazy.”

Laura seriously considered, “Livestreaming?”

This meaningless repetition was misunderstood by Lucy to mean that Laura had never heard of the concept of “livestreaming” before when she was in the countryside.

She immediately took out her phone, and directly clicked on a livestreaming platform, with the very enthusiastic introduction, “is a kind of special performance! There are many types of it, games, dancing, and even learning. You are very good at lecturing, right? You can open a live teaching class!”

The more she talked, the more she felt it made sense. Lucy showed her phone screen to Laura, “Look!”

In the center of the screen, a balding man with a big belly was slowly dragging the tone, lazily reading from the book.

Even so, a large number of viewers in the broadcast room gave him gifts.