Chapter 961 Asking Lyle for Help
The way Oliver walked in, dropping food crumbs everywhere, made Michelle feel like screaming on the spot.
"I don't have any more money! Do you think I'm a bank? You're asking me for money every day! Do I owe you or something?" she shrieked.
"And can you please stop eating everywhere, all the time? Do you have any manners? Were you even raised right?"
Oliver's gaze turned cold. "Yeah, I'm not as polite as you. You, the classy one, used your biological daughter like a housekeeper, got dumped by your husband, and your children won't even acknowledge you."
With that, he gave a cold laugh, bit into his sandwich, and headed upstairs.
There were several designer bags in Ana's room, and Oliver figured he'd just sell a few since they refused to give him money.
"Ah!" Michelle's hysterical scream echoed from downstairs.
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Half a month later, the show's production team finally transferred the payment to Michelle. By then, the premiere was less than two weeks away. She had assumed that gett

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