Chapter 301

Lyla was the first to break and ask hurriedly, "Melina Crawford, aren't you really poor?" Anyone who saw the way Melina ate so frugally would agree that she was poor. She even delivered parcels every day like a blue-collar worker, which would probably make even the poor sympathetic toward her. And yet, she had now led them to a private estate and told them that it was her home. Melina nodded, saying, "I'm indeed poor, bu—" Lyla interrupted her before she could finish. "You're staying on a private estate? And you tell me you're poor? This estate is bigger than a damned airport!" Even the guard at the intersection called her Ms. Melina, so it was obvious that she didn't work on this private estate. Talia looked at Melina as well, asking, "Is this the Wentworth residence?" Lyla stared at her. "Which Wentworth are you talking about?" Talia didn't really wish to humor her, firing back with a question of her own instead. "What other Wentworths do you know?" Even Shayla, who was slo