Chapter 87

"Where did you come from, Arielle?" That was the first question Tyron asked when he came home. She found them all in the living room waiting for her. She felt like a teenager who had run away from home to hang out with friends, and when she returned home, her parents were waiting for her to lecture.

"I went shopping. I saw that all my clothes were old-fashioned and I didn't even have a makeup kit, so I decided to buy some at the mall," she explained to them, then pretended to furrow her brow. "Why? Is there something wrong? Did something happen in my house while I was gone?"

"Where did you get the money to buy those things?" Claire asked with a raised eyebrow. The way she asked her was like a lawyer questioning a criminal.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, my dear cousin. Don't worry because I didn't take your money," she replied with a smile. Claire's gaze suddenly sharpened at her, clearly disliking her answer.

"Like Claire, I also want to know where you got the money, Arielle