The Rhyme of the Depositary

FOUR

Rachel's right. When he thought he could live without using the money Anson gave him, another fact came to make fun of him. The bank sent a voicemail notice that one of Alice's main installments had been late for quite some time. They only gave him three days to make the payment. If not, the bank will foreclosure on its main house.

Alice knows her home certificate has been collateralized by Alex. It's just that he didn't know it was going to be this fast that the problem was plaguing him. Everything seems to deliberately trap Alice and make her worse.

Maybe he can bear if he has to lose his jewelry, company, savings or vehicle. But he will never be able to release the house that has been a witness of all the memories of his life. The building is not just a towering brick. He has become part of himself. The corners of this house have a lot of special stories. This house had been owned for nearly one hundred and twenty years from the side of his great-grandfather. No. gabe. He cannot lose it.

Alice decides to cash a check from Anson at a downtown bank. He used a third of the money to cover the main loan and kept the rest for the turnover of business capital and the payment of other loans with smaller amounts.

Alice came out of the bank when the day had turned twilight. He walked tired for two blocks and stopped at a coffee shop. Her stomach hasn't filled up since morning. Just two cups of coffee mugs if it can be counted. He needs a sufficient supply of food to cope with his increasingly dire days.

"A cup of Americano Coffee and two servings of hot dogs with extra cheese on top. Bring a serving of special strowberry pudding!" His love for a uniformed servant.

Alice's phone vibrated. He reached into his black blezer bag and cursed quietly. The bill this time?

A foreign number was on his phone screen.

"Hello?" Alice closed her eyes, braced herself.

"Good afternoon Ms. White's." Apparently Mr. William. Alice stood up, remembering yesterday she gave this phone number to the butler of Anson's house.

"Yes, what's up William?"

"I would like to convey the message that you were asked to come by Mr. Mallory!" the door was flat, as usual.

Nice Anson. You even used your waiter to call me. It seemed that the man did not want to make their relationship more relaxed. He deliberately showed who his boss was and how a subordinate was only appropriate in communicating with fellow subjects anyway. Amusingly.

"All right, William." Alice disconnects. What else can he do but obey and obey? Anson's money is already used. he has successfully signed the devil's contract with ******** that.

Alice had no taste in eating anything anymore. He put some money on the table and left this place, without touching the message at all.

After returning home and changing clothes, Alice drove back to Anson's residence. He played slow rock music at a loud volume, hoping to help improve his mood.

He stared at the same big house as yesterday. Go inside and be directed into the same space as well. This time it was a gypsy woman who brought her a drink. His body was thick and his face was friendly full of smiles. They talked for a long time. Alice liked the woman. She introduces herself as Susan. After Susan left, Alice felt bored. He decided to go around the house while waiting for Anson.

The building is large with two wings. On the left and right side, respectively. Between the buildings with each other there is a connecting corridor. Alice wandered for ten minutes and found an interesting room.

This room is like a family room with a colorful design. A wide variety of famous cartoon characters are painted three-dimensional in several parts. Decorations and feminine knickknacks are widely spread in this space. The two interconnecting spaces on its side were also not much different. Animal dolls neatly arranged in a display case. Manual crayon image attached to one wall near the door. A little boy's handwriting engraved there reads "love dad".

The sound of running steps was heard with the carefree chattering of a child.

"You'll never catch me Mrs. Helena," she said innocently.

A six-year-old girl ran away from the nanny behind her. His laughter filled the entire room. He almost hit Alice.

"Oh. Sorry" he said quickly. Her jet-black hair was tied in two with an orange ribbon.

"It's okay" said Alice in surprise.

"It seems you're lost, miss. This room is not a common room for guests" the caregiver said carefully. He held the child's soft shoulder.

"Yes. I just meant to walk around this house. I'm sorry," Alice felt guilty.

"You look amazingly beautiful. What's yourname?" ask the child. The babysitter was called Mrs. Helena touched the child's shoulder, trying to stop his curiosity.

"I'm Alice White. You can call me Alice. And who's this great kid in front of me?" Alice pinched the child's nose gently. He lowered his head lower and realized the face in front of him bore a lot of resemblance to Anson.

"Busley Mallory. Dad called me Kimi. You can call me that too if you want." Kimberly looked carefree, showing off her array of white teeth.

"Of course he's my favorite daddy. Are you his new friend?"

Alice grimacing. It was not just Anson's friend. Friends in the sense of the word something that can be digested by a girl as small as Kimberly. The friend of course becomes a different context if faced with Anson.

"Yes, his new friend." And his new toys. Alice continued in her heart.

"Do you want to play the Cinderella story with me?" Kimberly was hopeful.

"No. Ms. White was busy. It's your time to sleep. What if Dad told me about Thor before bed?" Anson interrupted their conversation. Alice was surprised to realize his sudden arrival. He stared at the lithe-looking Anson holding Kimberly into a room that Alice thought was a room.

"I want Alice to tell me. Can I?" he looked at Alice from behind Anson's shoulder.

Alice took a step closer intending to do as Kimberly asked. But Anson looked at him sharply, disapproving.

"No. he needs to do something," said Anson rubbing gently the nape of his daughter's neck full of affection.

"Go to the middle room. I'll see you there!" anson's orders don't want to be disputed. The tone is very cold. Next to his eyes that were still functioning normally as if emitting an aura of hatred.

Alice stiffened, trying to step away from them. He had no idea what else he had done this time. For Anson, everything Alice does is always worth being wrong.

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"I paid you dearly. Be professional and don't act as you please. I never asked you to go around the house. Don't do it again"

After Anson let Alice wait for him for nearly an hour, she still equipped him with a stern warning.

"I'm just going around the house. Do you think I'll rob and take your property secretly?" Alice could not accept. Anson is really colossal.

"I don't care if you take my treasure secretly, because it suits your character. But I don't want you coming near my daughter anymore. No more talking to him!" cold threatened.

Anson clenched his teeth. He closed his eyes, trying to control his emotions.

"Oh of course. You must think a woman like me isn't worthy of approaching your daughter, right? " Hand out Alice's eyes rebelled, not accepting.

"Yes. I don't want you to dirty his innocence." Anton approached Alice slowly.

"Then why did you choose your own home for me to go to? if you're paying attention to your daughter's mental growth, you should never have put just any woman in your house." Alice stepped back to see Anson overcome with anger.

"I asked you here to come to me, not to come to my daughter. You should know yourself enough!" Anson doesn't want to be disputed.

"I know it was Anson's fault, you never said you had a daughter before either." Alice tries to reconcile a little with Anson. He couldn't possibly fight that guy.

"Good," said Anson satisfied.

If Anson has a daughter, does that mean she still has a woman who is Kimberly's mother? Alice was uncomfortable. Didn't Anson ever say he had no wife or fiancee? is Anson lying?

"Are you still tied to your daughter's mother? I don't really like it when I'm suddenly targeted for murder by one of your women." Alice said softly. The logic is running low thinking about all that.

"I can assure you for the next six months, no woman would do anything like that. I'm not tied to that woman, sweet heart ...." An answer that calms Alice's heart.

"Now, do your job!"

Alice closed her eyes, strengthening her mentality. She's just a mistress now. Oh God. He's that low.

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