Mira paid for a week's tuition again.
At this point, she had only $76,000 left. She had to find a way to make money, and fast.
After taking care of these two things, it was already past eleven. She was just about to head to the dining area for lunch when she saw Wesley and Julian walking over, with Mara trailing behind them.
Julian Mercer was rarely home. He was a race car driver who loved the thrill.
Although Lacey and Adrian had repeatedly asked him to come back and help with the company, he refused to listen. Over time, they had given up and let him be.
Mira really didn't want to see them, but unfortunately, they had already spotted her.
Wesley and Julian were both in sportswear. Judging by the direction they were coming from, they had probably just finished playing basketball, and Mara had likely tagged along to watch.
"Mira, what are you doing here?" Wesley asked.
"Am I not allowed to be here?"
Upon seeing Mira, Mara deliberately looped her arm through Wesley's and spoke in a cloying voice.
"Sister, you should have told us you were coming here to hang out. We could have all come together."
"I wouldn't dare be with you. I don't want to get framed again."
"Sister…"
Mara's eyes immediately filled with tears as she looked pitifully at the two men beside her.
"Wow, with skills like that, you could probably win an Oscar for Best Actress."
"Mira, is that any way to talk to your sister?" Julian shouted.
"It's a lesson learned in blood and a form of self-preservation. If you don't like hearing it, then stay away from me."
"You… you're incorrigible!" Julian had a short fuse. He was so angry he gritted his teeth, but in such a public place, he was worried about being ridiculed.
"Mira, stop making a scene. We're all sisters. Is it really necessary to keep holding on to that one thing?" Wesley said, trying to smooth things over.



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