The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 92

If she had lost it under normal circumstances, she could have just gotten it replaced, but not in this situation. However, she could not do anything without her identity card, and she did not want to go back to the Jent residence.

Madelyn had never had much patience for Wonda and usually just turned a blind eye her, which was much better than Wonda deserved in her eyes.

toward

If she still had her old temper, Madelyn would have shoved the trash can over Wonda’s head by now.

“Wonda, I have my mother’s photo in that purse, and it’s very important to me. Also, there are important documents inside… If you want money, I can give it to you. Everything else in there is useless to you, can you just return it to me?”

Wonda kicked the trash can aside, and its contents spilled out. She snapped, “What’s the meaning of this, Madelyn? What does your missing purse have to do with me!? I didn’t take your wallet, so what are you accusing me for? If you don’t believe me, then make a police report!”

Her voice was so loud that the entire restaurant could hear her.

head in frustration as she said somewhat helplessly, “Wonda… I’ve never done anything to hurt you! If you want my hand cream, I can even give it to you.

purse! Why are you accusing

heard the commotion and did not know what was happening,

tonight? What are you doing here

Massey, I dropped my purse, and there’s a really important photograph inside it alongside my IDs. Also, I actually came to tender my resignation and go back to my grandmother’s place, but without my ID, I can’t even buy

are you so eager to

what happened last night, since thinking about it would just make her feel more distressed. Besides, she did not want to make a big

out of talking about it, instead saying, “I just miss home. Can you help me

look like? I’ll get some people to help you

looked at Wonda, who eyes were now red as she looked away impassively. “It’s a pink Chanel purse with a logo on it. My student

slightly dejected look. “It’ll be difficult to find your lost purse, and your Cha-what-its-name, must be pretty pricey. I suppose anyone who picks it up will not

her lips. “Mr. Massey, can you buy me a bus

really in that much of a hurry? I’m afraid it won’t be possible, at least not today. How about