"Do you think we believe you? You either pay us back the money or give us this bag!"
"Sir, no, I bought this for Mr. Lucas. Sir, I'm now working for the Woods family. Mrs. Woods has said that she will double my pay. When I receive my pay next month, I'll give it all to you." Irene hid the bag behind her. "The money I used to buy this jacket was given to me by Mr. Lucas. This isn't my money. I'm not lying to you."
"Who on earth in the Woods family would want you as a servant? Don't you realize how ugly you are? You don't even know how to lie!" The man walked behind her and snatched her bag.
"Sir, if you don't believe me, you can follow me. I've almost reached my destination. Mr. Woods has brought his son home, and Mrs. Woods doesn't like him, so she got me to serve him," Irene said. "Sir, I can't lose this job. If I lose this job, I won't have the money to pay you back."
"Irene, when your grandmother died, didn't she leave you anything valuable?" the man hissed. "She had been working with the Woods family for close to ten years. How could it be possible that she doesn't have anything valuable? The only reason we lent you the money was because your grandmother had been working for the Woods family for a long time, and she is now dead. You're so ugly. Looking at you, you might be kicked out of the Woods family at any moment. The money we lent to you can't be gone just like that, right?"
Irene felt that what the man said made sense, but she truly did have any money she could spare to repay her debt.
"Sir, can't you give me another month?"
"We have no choice! We can't turn you into money! If you were pretty, we could still do something about it. With your looks, we can't even sell you off!" growled the man. He was about to snatch her bag away. "Let me see if you have anything valuable!"
"I don't have… anything valuable. The most valuable thing is my phone. Grandma bought this for me three years ago. She spent about hundred and fifty dollars on it. The phone won't be able to sell for much right now…" Irene saw that he was about to take her bag away, and she felt as if he were going to snatch her privacy from her too.
She wanted to ask the passersby for help, but she did not say anything. She was the one who owed them money, and it was why they were troubling her.
The man unzipped her bag and poured its contents out.
Irene looked at her books, stationery, and other personal items strewn across the ground. Her eyes were instantly wet.
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