Wayne glanced at the lottery sales booth, then back at Regina, who was peering around curiously.
It was like a dream flashback to the past life; he saw on her face that indescribable yet empathetic emotion everyone knew too well—poverty.
"What's the matter, short on cash?" Wayne asked curiously.
Regina's salary was on par with Odilia's, plus the allowance, red packets, and bonuses given by the boss, along with the fact that she excelled at overtime, becoming the library's top workaholic, and sweeping monthly, quarterly, and yearly excellence awards, her income was quite substantial.
The model employee in the eyes of the boss, the little witch in the eyes of her colleagues.
In a few years, Regina could afford a small villa in the West District of Lundan, move out of the shared dormitory, and become a successful person with both property and a vehicle.
