Chapter 1206 - 1146: Exploited and Enslaved People

"I don’t care! If you don’t pay up, I’ll have my dad beat you!"

Curly stood there, squinted slightly, and stared expressionlessly at Sabrina Conner, knowing Sabrina was afraid of Adrian Desmond and brought him into the conversation.

Sabrina scratched her silver hair, feeling like she was going crazy. Why was she so unlucky?

Barnes Smythe squatted on a rock nearby, watching the show without offering any help. Curly waited for a while, seeing Sabrina not agreeing, asked,

"You disagree?"

"I really don’t have money."

This group of Adrian Desmond’s subordinates lived like there was no tomorrow, spending every penny they had. Brett Jacobs only started saving after marrying Vivian Abbey to live a good life.

Curly looked at Sabrina and asked, "How much is your monthly salary?"

How would Sabrina know her monthly salary? Her salary was managed by Barnes Smythe, so Sabrina asked him,

"How much is my monthly salary?"

"Your basic monthly salary is 2,250, with additional pay for missions. However, you haven’t had many missions recently, so you’re only getting your base salary. Last month, you bought a new Harley Motorcycle and just spent your entire annual salary."

"Harley Motorcycle has become so cheap?"

"The entire annual salary was just the down payment. You’ll still have to pay 450 dollars in car loans every month for five years."

Sabrina shrugged helplessly and said, "See, not only do I have no money now, but I’m also in negative equity."

"Are you planning to default?"

Sabrina was aware of Curly’s stubborn nature, similar to her difficult mother, unlike Sixth Master who was generous and hearty.

If Curly was offended today, with her petty nature, Sabrina could foresee her fate.

"How could I? Haha... Hehe..."

Curly thought for a moment and asked, "Where’s the Harley Motorcycle?"

"It’s parked in the yard," Barnes Smythe replied.

"Go, return the motorcycle..."

Sabrina quickly said, "Can’t return it, can’t return it..." Seeing Curly glance over, Sabrina hurriedly explained in a good manner, "It’s not that I don’t want to return it, you can’t return it once bought."

"Then sell it at a depreciated price!"

Sell it at a depreciated price?

Why does a five-year-old girl know so much? She even understands selling things at a depreciated price.

Sabrina didn’t want to sell it. That Harley Motorcycle was her favorite, an irreplaceable existence.

"Selling it at a depreciated price won’t fetch much," Sabrina said pitifully.

"Do you have money to repay me then?"

Sabrina lowered her head and remained silent, feeling deceived. All she did was kick the little rascal once and now she felt worse than an animal.

"Come with me!"

"For what?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Curly walked ahead while Sabrina glanced at Barnes Smythe, sighed, and resignedly followed.

She felt that she had enough bad luck recently, proving there’s always a worse fortune, with 150 thousand dollars... Sabrina glanced at the pretty little girl ahead, thinking of George. Is George mentally twisted liking such a girl?

Whoever marries this girl isn’t marrying a wife but a deity to worship at home.

...

The three of them went to find Adrian Desmond, Adrian’s gaze scanned Curly up and down several times, seeing she wasn’t injured before relaxing.

Sabrina felt her heart sink unbearably; the injured one is clearly me, okay?

"Sixth Master, look, your daughter bit my hand and ear... They’re all damaged..." Sabrina complained.

She also wanted compensation for emotional distress.

Adrian hugged his daughter, not even sparing a glance at Sabrina, coldly asking, "So what?"

Sabrina’s heart cried, bleeding.

Curly said, "Dad, Sabrina kicked my Snowy really hard, surely injuring Snowy heavily.

I asked Sabrina to apologize to Snowy and compensate with 150 thousand dollars for emotional distress. Sabrina said he has no money.

I thought about it, you’re Sabrina’s boss, aren’t you?

From now on, two-thirds of his salary belongs to me, just give him a third for living expenses."

Sabrina: ...

As long as it’s Curly talking, Adrian always agrees unconditionally, "Mm, okay. I’ll call Alyssa later, have her transfer two-thirds of Sabrina’s salary to your account."

"Dad, Sabrina’s salary is too low, wonder how long it’ll take to repay 150 thousand dollars..."

Sabrina couldn’t help but feel happy; is this getting a salary raise? Ha, is this misfortune turning into fortune?

"Give him more tasks, originally doing one job, now let him do two jobs. The more he earns, the sooner he can repay me."

Sabrina: ...

"Hmm, good idea."

Sabrina glared at Curly, asking, "Why repay you? Isn’t it for Snowy’s emotional distress?"

"Because I am Snowy’s owner!"

Sabrina: ...

Curly asked again, "Sabrina, how much was your Harley Motorcycle?"

"I already said, second-hand won’t fetch much money. Selling it for half its price is already good."

Sabrina hasn’t even ridden it for a week; it hasn’t even warmed up, how can she bear to sell it?

"You talk too much. I asked you how much was it? How long ago did you buy it? How new is it?"

"54 thousand, I’ve only ridden a few times."

Curly looked at her father, beginning to pitch, "Dad, don’t you also like motorcycles? How about buying Sabrina’s motorcycle... He said it’s barely used, should be very new, let him sell it to you for 45 thousand."

Sabrina: ...

"Mm, okay."

"I don’t want to!"

Curly glared at Sabrina and said, "People who owe money don’t have the right to speak!"

...

Harley Motorcycle’s gone, still owing a ton of debt. Sabrina squatted there, sighing. Barnes Smythe came over and squatted beside her.

He comforted Sabrina, saying, "Didn’t you complain about having no missions? Now it’s good; Sixth Master gave you a pile of tasks."

"What’s the use of doing so much work, the money doesn’t flow into my pocket..."

Sabrina gazed upward at a fifteen-degree angle, the winter sun lacked warmth, unable to comfort her cold heart.

"I want to go back to the base."

This place and its people are too scary, not suitable for her.

Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting Sabrina’s sentimental thoughts. She picked up lifelessly and said,

"Hello..."

"Haven’t eaten?" Brandon Potter shouted.

"I’m in a bad mood; don’t bother me!"

"There’s a mission; head to Goldland. A chief needs weapons; go and negotiate the business..." Brandon Potter assigned tasks to Sabrina.

"Goldland... I don’t like black people..."

"Sabrina, you’re already drowning in debt, you can’t be picky. Sigh... You’re not young anymore; it’s time to marry, quickly repay your debts, and save money for marriage."