NovelEnglishChapter 132 "Just checking if you're dead yet." Manley barely spared Travis a glance before turning his attention to Citrine.
"Uncle," Citrine greeted him politely.
The way these two interacted was downright bizarre. Citrine suddenly wondered if calling Manley over had been the right decision.
Manley grunted in acknowledgment, then, out of nowhere, asked her, "Why aren't you accepting it?" Citrine instantly understood what he meant, but for a moment, she didn't know how to reply.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEver since they'd exchanged numbers, Manley had been sending her two thousand dollars every day. Taking it once was one thing, but accepting it every single tmade Citrine uncomfortable-especially since she'd only met this uncle a handful of times.
After a long pause, she finally answered, "Uncle, I haven't even spent the last two thousand you sent me." "You haven't spent it yet?" Manley frowned, sounding almost disappointed. "If you can't spend it, try harder. Or just save it. Either way, take it." Was her uncle secretly skind of millionaire? Citrine stared at him, a little stunned and not sure if she should laugh or feel awkward. She swallowed and said, "I really don't think I should, Uncle." "Just listen and take the money," he insisted, leaving no room for argument.
Seeing how determined he was, Citrine gave up protesting. She decided she'd talk to Raymond about it when he got home.
Meanwhile, Travis watched the two of them, completely lost.
"What money?" he asked Citrine, curiosity written all over his face.
Before Citrine could answer, Manley cut in, "None of your business." "Maybe focus on your broken leg instead of everyone else's affairs." Travis: "..
As if he couldn't hear the sarcasm. Manley was always so stingy with him-he'd get maybe twenty bucks for spending money if he was lucky. Now he was handing Citrine two thousand at a time? Travis couldn't believe it.
If he hadn't seen the paternity test himself, he'd start to think he was adopted. That evening, when Citrine got home, she told Raymond about the whole thing. Raymond was taking a drink of water at the time, and nearly spat it out.
"He added you on Messenger and sends you money every day?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Has he lost his mind?" Raymond knew perfectly well how much Manley hated the Carmichael family. He couldn't shake the feeling that Manley was up to something.
His expression darkened as he looked at Citrine, his tone serious. "Your uncle isn't exactly a good person. Still, if he's just sending you money, there's probably no harm-you can accept it. But if he ever asks you to do something for him, promiseyou won't."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"He doesn't seem like a bad person," Citrine said honestly. Unlike with the rest of the Carmichael family, Manley didn't seem to harbor any ill will seem t toward her. Her instincts were usually spot-on. "Just keep your guard up," Raymond said, ruffling her hair. He wasn't about to tell Citrine about all the Carmichael family's dirty secrets-she was just a kid.
But if Manley ever tried anything with Citrine, Raymond would make sure he paid for it.
Elsewhere, Manley had just gotten hwhen his phone rang-it was Raymond. "Hey big brother," Manley said, sounding almost amused, as if he already knew what was coming. Raymond's voice cthrough, cold as ice.
"Cut the crap, Manley. I don't care what you're up to-if you want tom You want to cafter somedne, cafter me. But if you so much as lay a finger on Citrine, I swear I'll kill you." Raymond hung up before Manley could reply. Standing in the darkened room, Manley let out a low laugh.
"Raymond, you lucky bastard," he muttered. "Why is it always you who ends up with everything good?" Half his face disappeared into the shadows, his emotions unreadable.
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