Fourteen thousand and eight hundred.
It was not ten thousand, but almost fifteen thousand!
But last night, when he was pestered by Josee to ask for money from Henrick, Henrick's response was a cold, harsh refusal.
All he asked for was the salary for the month!
How is it that he can spend fifteen thousand on flowers, but cannot pay his salary ?
“This is not just it,” Sasha continued, “My neighbor, who is a construction worker, told me that Henrick wants to build a huge mansion with a backyard, costing a few million.”
“A few millions?” Nigel nearly lost his voice. He shakingly asked, “Are you telling the truth?”
“Definitely. It's big news in town. Even the town mayor wants to visit him.”
Nigel frowned and fell silent.
When they arrived at Henrick's place, Nigel noticed the glistening ornaments that decorated the venue. He was hesitant to enter and ushered Sasha, “Miss, this is the place. Go on in.”
“Thank you.” Sasha smiled and nodded her head. She entered the house with the receipt to collect payment.
Not long later, when Sasha came out, Nigel was still standing out there.
She deliberately approached him. “Mister, I've already collected my payment. Why are you still here? I thought you are planning to attend the funeral?”
“I'll... I'll head in soon.” Nigel stared at the receipt in Sasha's hand. He couldn't move away, as if his limbs were screwed on the ground with nuts and bolts.
At the same time, disappointment loomed all over him.
His trust towards Henrick vanished completely.
Sasha was observing Nigel's reaction. Without a word, she left quietly.
For a long time, Nigel was left standing in front of the entrance. Finally, he gazed deeply at the main door before turning away and heading towards the house of the village chief.
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