My Destined Lover

Laura turned around as if she had heard a joke, “Do you want me to drive myself to school?”

“Of course not!” Mrs. Taylor frowned and took it for granted, “I’m going out later. So you should walk to school!”

Walk? Now, not only Laura but also the driver turned his head with a look of disbelief.

Manhattan Bridges High School was located in the heart of New York. If she walk there, she would lose her legs.

Mrs. Taylor seemed completely unaware of the absurdity of what she had said, “Why are you looking at me? Can’t you walk to school? Are you too fragile to walk?”

Laura kept calm and said, “That’s fine. If you’re not afraid I’ll be late for my first day of school and embarrass the Taylors.”

Mrs. Taylor froze and subconsciously retorted, “No!” The word came out of her mouth before she realized Laura already knew she was deliberately making excuses to keep her from using the car … Mrs. Taylor had a long face.

Laura, however, remained calm, she opened her palm, “I can take a taxi if it’s inconvenient for me to use the car.” Mrs. Taylor’s eyes rested on her palm, revealing a bit of confusion.

Laura saw her confusion and said to her innocently, “Pay for a taxi.” She hadn’t brought much money here, not to mention the horrendous prices in New York, so how could she afford to take a taxi?

At the mention of money, Mrs. Taylor looked unhappy, “Don’t you have any money of your own? You eat our food, live in our house, and now you’d want to spend our money.

Laura stared at Mrs. Taylor for a while and thought that it’s true what they say, the richer you are, the stingier you are. Laura didn’t say anything more, she suddenly took out her mobile phone, “Then I’ll have to tell Dad that you don’t give me my allowance, not even for a taxi!”

“Eh, wait!” Mrs. Taylor panicked, not expecting that Laura would try to tell Mr. Taylor. In a hurry, she grabbed Laura’s wrist but released it when she saw Lily frown.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Everything can be negotiated. It’s just a little cab fare, right? We don’t need to bother your father. He is so busy at work …”

Laura stared at Mrs. Taylor’s face, and she saw the mean of pleasing in her eyes. The call was originally a threat to her, and now her purpose was accomplished, Laura slowly put away the phone. In the process of putting it away, she pretended to hesitate for a few seconds, “That’s right, it’s just a little money. We shouldn’t bother Dad.”

Mrs. Taylor now hated Laura to death in her heart, but there was nothing she can do about it, so she can only pretend to be generous, taking out a few dollars from her pocket and putting them into Laura’s hand.

“For the rest, buy yourself some decent clothes and don’t disgrace our family.”

“Thanks, mom.”

Laura calmly took all the money. She knew that Mrs. Taylor was acting in front of Mr. Taylor because she did not want to impress him as a mean stepmother. In that case, how could Mrs. Taylor not be afraid of her tattling?