"Ciara, I really don't know what you're talking about!" Michael moved his gaze away from my face and replied in a serious manner.
Felicia unhurriedly took a pile of banknotes out of her bag and put them on the table. "I'll make a bet with you. If I find it, I'll show it to Ciara. If I don't, all this money will be yours. Okay?"
Michael put down his cutlery, his face looking happy.
All this money to buy a pair of sneakers. Boys still needed money, after all, as playing games and going out required money. The more, the better.
"Okay! Then what do I bet in exchange?"
Felicia shook her head. "You don't need to bet anything!"
"Good!" Michael answered in one breath.
The meal was almost done, so Michael walked ahead and led us both into his room, generously pushing the laptop in front of u
