Upon recalling that obsessed tone, Harry had goosebumps.
It was definitely impossible to search for the sender of the postcard, but they could basically conclude that it was sent by Phantom Wolf.
The postcard delivered a dangerous message. Phantom Wolf had already found out the person who was on Salvador Island was Sophia, and he would wait for an opportunity to kidnap her!
Michael bumped into his ex-girlfriend when he went to pay his respects at the grave, which made him irritated and he was already feeling really down about it. He didn’t expect that the moment he got home, he would be receiving even heavier news.
Michael was not afraid if it was a snatch and run; he was more worried that Sophia was marked.
Harry stayed back and discussed with Michael until it was midnight. The underground world of Bayside City was Harry’s territory, so if Phantom Wolf showed up, he would get informed immediately.
At midnight, Harry was leaving, but before he left, he glanced toward Sophia’s room.
It was already two o’clock in the morning when Michael finished working. After a quick wash up, he entered the room. Upon opening the door, the smell of alcohol wafted up his nose. When he turned on the light, he noticed that Sophia was hugging an empty wine bottle and sleeping in the cupboard. She even tore apart the love letter he wrote for her.
What’s with this situation? Michael walked over to Sophia and stroked her little face. She was sleeping soundly and her eyes were tightly shut.
He counted the empty bottles. There were three of them, and they were all very strong and fine red wine.
We were only visiting the graves. She wouldn’t have needed to drink so much, right?
Michael carried Sophia and put her on the bed. After tucking her into the blanket, he threw away the bottles and cleaned up the shredded love letter.
Even if you’re drunk, you shouldn’t tear the love letter!
Michael had actually spent all day writing it, word by word. He had written in every romantic word he knew!
The next day, Sophia woke up to a hangover in the afternoon. Her head was still dizzy, but she noticed that the room had been cleaned up. She sat on the bed and thought for a long time before she could finally recall everything last night, and she seemed to have torn up the love letter Michael wrote to her.
She opened the cupboard and searched for where she hid the letter, but it was gone.
The love letter was gone, and she felt slightly empty; that letter was actually handwritten by Michael after all.
Sophia went downstairs and saw Michael and Nathan chatting in the living room.
When Michael saw Sophia coming down, he immediately greeted her. “Chica, come over here.”
Sophia went over in a daze and she noticed that Nathan seemed to be angry.
Michael grabbed Sophia and said, “Why don’t you tell Nate? Isn’t five hundred enough?” Then, he turned to Nathan and said to him, “I haven’t complained and you want a raise? Don’t even think about it! Hmph!”
Michael’s tone was arrogant. Nathan held the five hundred in his hand and pouted unhappily.
In the end, Michael patted his head and said, “Son, five hundred a month is sufficient already. When I was your age, I didn’t even have five hundred!”
Nathan didn’t speak because he was still mad. He held the five hundred bills in hand and looked extremely unsatisfied.
Although he didn’t usually spend a lot, why did he only get five hundred?
It was barely a fraction of what Sophia was getting!
Since Michael brought up the topic, Sophia suddenly remembered it was time to get her allowance again, so she turned to stare at Michael.
Michael took out his cell phone and said generously, “Chica, I shall give you an extra million of allowance this month.”
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