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"Huh? Seriously, how many eggs are inside the trash can?" I asked, staring at him with a displeased look.

"I'm sorry."

Yup, that's the only thing Orlan is good at. He can't cook but can apologize freely.

"How many eggs?" I have a question.

"A crate." He mumbled, but I was still able to hear him out.

My eyes are on full display as I stare at him dumbfounded. "Are you trying to say you wasted a whole crate of egg for trial? I mean, what's so hard about frying an egg?" I asked while scolding him.

My parents aren't that rich so I believe that wasting your money which you use in buying a crate of eggs is just inappropriate.

"Hand over a dollar to me!" I declare, and my statement causes Orlan to arch his brows slightly.

"Can I ask what you plan on buying? Besides, I have nothing to do today so I'm going to drive you to your parent's house, so you don't need to worry about taking the bus."

"I won't be going there today."

I haven't told Orlan that I plan on staying at the mansion tod
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