Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 187 Only for Money

Philip undid a few buttons on his collar, giving off a somewhat rebellious vibe. He flicked the cigarette ash with his slender fingertips and chuckled as he collected the money on the table in front of him. "It's just been good luck."

It was unclear whether he was responding to the game or to the man's question.

His thin lips were slightly pink, and every movement seemed deliberate and enchanting, exuding a captivating and almost demonic charm.

Perhaps it was due to the purity and cleanliness that he had restrained in front of Shelley, but now he had a more imposing presence.

"This isn't just about luck. It's because you have a good face. If you had put aside your pride and seduced a wealthy woman earlier, you wouldn't need to come here and gamble to pay your medical expenses." The other people around the gambling table burst into laughter.

The cigarette butt was thrown into the water-soaked ashtray, leaving behind some yellow stains.

Philip didn't pay any attention to such humiliation. After the card game ended, he took out a few cards and placed them on the table.

"I'll cover the tea money today, I have to go. The hospital is also pressuring me for money."

"Philip, you've already managed to hook up with a rich woman, and you're bothered by this small amount of money? Don't be in a rush with the hospital. Our boss is pressuring us too. Winning this amount is nothing compared to the high- interest loans we owe."

"Big Joe, take these two and buy cigarettes. I'll trouble you to say a few good words to our boss for me. I'll definitely pay you back."

took the money,

to handle things, kid. When are you going to bring your rich girlfriend over to meet us? We haven't seen a rich second-generation

people laughed, showing their yellowed teeth as they kicked the empty mineral water bottles and discarded betel

walked out the door, his

then Shelley called. He looked into the distance and changed his voice to a gentle

"Shelley?"

a man to pretend to be her husband. It's a bit complicated, but as long as this man admits to being her husband

a distance,

and exuded a sense of antiquity

friend had just come

friend was named Lucas Den, twenty-seven years old, a young white-collar worker who appeared decent in his job, but only made about five to six hundred dollars a month. It was a

the alley, but it was only around forty square meters, and he lived here with his disabled

continued to respond to

friend has a job

appear often, just occasionally. How

care

I'll talk to him. Your friend's name is

Shelley sent an address.