Chapter 5

What a joke. He'd sell out his own mom for some pocket change. Who needs a son like that? Not me.

I couldn't be bothered with his childish games, so I turned my attention to Irene.

Noticing my gaze, Irene tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, walked over with a sway, and handed me an envelope with a bright smile.

The bucks inside were practically flaunted, sticking out for everyone to see.

"You must be Zoe, right? Nice to meet you. Consider this a little something to make up for it," she said. "And I hope you'll come…