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Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Fion perked up immediately. “I don‘t know, but it should be enough.” Sean really had no

idea how much money he had.

Fion froze and silently withdrew his gaze, hesitating for a while.

Fion knew Sean had been in the army.

‘Sean just said he paid for it with his life.

‘Did the army give him the money?

‘But even the army’s pension isn‘t much, is it?‘

Fion had met soldiers before, and it was already good enough to get thousands of dollars a month in

subsidy.

If you wanted more, you had to have a higher status.

‘Could Sean’s position in the army be so high as to have infinite money to spend?‘

The more Fion thought about it, the less she understood it.

Willow’s home.

Sean, Willow, and Fion got out of the taxi.

The Bentley car dealership manager wanted to send a car to take Sean and the others back.

However, Willow had some shopping to do, so she tactfully rejected them.

As soon as the three people got out of the car, they saw a crowd of people standing at their neighbor‘s

door not far away. “Oh, it‘s a BMW 4 Series! Great car! What a great car!”

“Yes, it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Average people can‘t afford it.”

A dozen people gathered around a brand new car and talked.

“Yo, Catie, do you have visitors?”

Fion enjoyed gossip and was in a good mood, so she walked over immediately. A middle-aged woman

glanced at Fion and burst out laughing.

“My son-in-law just bought a new car.

“They call it some BMW 4 Series. I’m not too sure, so I asked them to help me see if it’s a good car.”

The middle–aged woman covered her mouth as she smiled. She spoke humbly but did not hide the

arrogance in her eyes. Their neighborhood was not a fancy place.

Not many people could afford a BMW.

Therefore, it was naturally rare.

“Is it? That‘s good.”

Fion chuckled. She figured out the middle-aged woman’s condescending tone but was not mad about

it.

“It‘s alright. It’s ours whether it’s good or bad.

“No matter how good someone else‘s is, isn‘t it still someone else’s even if they gave you a ride in it?

Haha!”

The middle-aged woman laughed, referring to the Bentley Charles was driving yesterday.

A Bentley was nice, but it was not Fion’s.

However, this BMW was indeed theirs! The more the middle-aged woman thought about it, the prouder

she was. Neighbors loved to compare themselves to each other, and she overpowered Fion‘s family

after all.

Everyone around them heard the sarcasm in the middle-aged woman’s voice, and they snickered.

Everyone knew that what little money Willow’s family made had gone to Sean’s medical treatments.

They could probably afford a car in the next life!

Honk honk!

Just then, two honks rang in the distance. Then a steady brown BMW 5 Series drove over. It was brand

new, with a provisional license plate and shiny paint. “Gosh, another BMW?” “Hey, Catie. How many

sons-in-law do you have?”

The crowd around them subconsciously looked at the middle-aged woman.

“I.... only have one...”

The middle-aged woman froze slightly as she looked at the BMW. Sereech! The car stopped, and a

young man in a suit and white gloves got out. “Mr. Lennon, we’ve delivered you the car.

“All the paperwork is in the storage box. “Please feel free to contact us if you have any problems with

your car!” The young man walked up to Sean with respect and handed him the car keys.