A Huge-Sum Cheque

Dave opened the trunk and helped Hazel tidy her clothes.

She didn't have much money, and the most valuable thing was a photo album and some clothes.

The cookers and silverware were all from the landlord's house. She often went to the crew for lunch, and there was only a small pot to cook instant noodles at home.

A few packages would be enough for all of her luggage.

Orange seemed to know that Hazel was leaving and followed her with a face full of trust, reluctant to part.

It was a good dog. Although it was a stray, it usually kept itself tidy. In Hazel's spare time, she would bathe it.

Having not returned for more than a month, Orange had lost a lot of weight.

"How do we bring this dog into the car?"

Dave was in a dilemma. Last time, Baron had already forsaken one of his Bentley cars and gave it to the cook in Floyd's family because Hazel got in the car with mud on her.

If a dog got in the car this time, maybe the maid of Floyd's family would soon got the car.