Chapitre 407: Undercurrents (Part 1)

While some women spent the day relaxing and chatting with overall good vibes, another one spent it in tears.

"Danny. Please!" The woman sobbed, grabbing the man's hairy arm. "Please listen to me…" 

"Get out!!" The middle-aged man yelled as he pulled away his arm. He pointed at the door with a livid expression on his face.

It was just that his unattractive face and thinning hair made him look a bit funny. Well, except for Ramona who was definitely depending on him for her current lifestyle—one incomparable to the life she had been living since arriving in this hell. 

Ramona knew this very much, so she kneeled down to his feet, sobbing, and looking very, very, pitiful.

She had finally lived comfortably again—she could be clean, she could buy what she wanted, and she could eat whatever she felt like eating—how could she let this go??