Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 10 Why Did You Tear It?

At one o 'clock in the morning, Sarah finally arrived home.

She was so freezing that her strength was gone. Her nose was red and she kept shivering all over.

She could not wait to insert the key into the door, but when she was about to open the door, she was

stunned.

The door was unlocked.

"It’s so strange. I had locked the door..."

She murmured, pushed the door open and turned on the light. For a moment she almost forgot to

breathe as she saw the people in her house.

The key dropped to the floor.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Sarah was wary. She was originally very tired. However, some people in black suddenly appeared in

her house at midnight. She couldn't help being frightened.

In the middle of the sofa sat an old man.

"Miss Brown, we have been waiting for you for five hours."

The expression on his face was very light, so to speak, expressionless.

Sarah rubbed her hands together and breathed. She was very cold.

That bastard like the man left her in the suburbs. She had no money, but the amount of checks is large,

so she did not dare to take a taxi, and could only walk back. She had walked for two hours.

At this moment, she really wanted to pour herself a cup of hot tea, or at least warmed her hands. novelbin

At the moment, the old man motioned his subordinate in black to pour her a cup of hot tea.

After this move, Sarah was somehow reassured that they weren't bad people.

"Thanks."

"Miss Brown, please hand over everything you have."

Sarah, who was drinking tea to warm her stomach, moved her mouth with difficulty and twisted her stiff

lip.

"Wait, who are you? I don't know you. Why..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the old man had instructed the four or five men to search her.

Nothing else was done except that Sarah's coat had been taken off her and she had only a short skirt

with no pockets.

Soon, one of the men in black found the check.

Sarah's eyes split a few times as they were about to take the check and snatch it. "It's mine! Stop it!"

But to no avail, the cheque went into the old man's hands.

He took a look and shook his head in regret. "Miss Brown, you can't have this million."

"Why?" Sarah frowned.

She sensed that they must have investigated her. How could they know her name, address, and all that

had happened to her recently?

But why did they show up at her house in the middle of the night?

For a moment, Sarah saw a smile on the old man's lips. It was very strange, but also very mysterious.

Then, as no one expected, the check split in half, with an indifferent gap in the middle.

"What are you doing? Here's my check! My money! Why do you tear it apart?"

Sarah almost passed out with anger when she saw the check disappear!

It was her father's lifeline! How could they tear it up? Why?

Her father could be saved. Why would be this result in the end?