Chapter 97 A Gift of 30,000

Since that's the case, Vivian Donovan didn't have much to say. After all, this wasn't the city; not everything could be complained about. She took a towel and shower gel from the box, grabbed a flashlight, and went straight to the pond by the door. She sat on a washstone, dangling her legs in the cool water, splashing water everywhere. "Croak, croak, croak—" The sounds of frogs croaking and crickets chirping filled the air, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Suddenly, tiny green lights appeared in the darkness. Vivian Donovan stared at them, lost in thought. She used to see fireflies often as a child, but rarely as an adult. She never expected to see so many here. "Splash—" Vivian Donovan jumped into the pond. It was late at night, and everyone was alone; she could enjoy a swim and a bath. The pond was deep, with pebbles on the bottom. The water was crystal clear, fed by mountain springs. After swimming for a while, she took a shower, then sat on a washstone in her wet clothes to