Right after we walked out of the wedding venue, Anthony gave me a thumbs-up and praised me with shining eyes, "Opal, you're amazing. If you enter showbiz, everyone else will be unemployed."

I was quite flattered.

Feeling a little embarrassed by his praise, I patted his shoulder. "Anthony, you have great potential in acting. I'll transfer the money to you."

I initiated a transfer to Anthony on WhatsApp, but he refused, "It's nothing. I'm glad to know you, Opal."

But I already made a promise, and he agreed to take my money. How could he refuse now?

I insisted on giving Anthony the money, but he disagreed, "Opal, don't forget about me. You may treat me to a meal when you're free."

I was puzzled. How come 9,999 dollars couldn't be compared to a meal?

But seeing him stick to his decision, I had no choice but to accept it.

Walking around with a big belly was quite inconvenient, so I waved goodbye to him.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard his voice from behind. "Opal..."

I turned my head in confusion only to see him in the breeze waving at me, looking in high spirits. "You haven't personally told me your full name yet."

Oh, that was right. He helped me so much, but I didn't even tell him my full name.

He attached great importance to the sense of ceremony, I guessed.

So, I turned around and formally introduced myself to him, "Nice to meet you, Anthony Atkinson. I'm Opal Johnston."

His smile made my heart skip a beat.

In a few days, the video of me causing a scene at Oliver's wedding was uploaded online by a guest and caused a heated discussion.

As the person involved, I was contacted by various marketing accounts and interviewed. Regarding this, I said, "My baby is gone. No matter what, they will always be the people I love the most. I won't stop them from being happy."

For a while, I became the most pitiful girl online, and Oliver and Sydney were severely criticized.

But I had no time to care about that because I was collecting loans.

After my mom found out about this, she thought I was too idle and sent me to collect rent and loans.

This company owed more than a million dollars in loans and was late in paying them.

My fake belly came in handy again.

I dressed up, put the fake belly on, and came to this company. Well, I didn't do anything except stand there and ask the receptionist while touching my belly, "Is Mr. Bailey here?"

After a week, Curtis Bailey became anxious and called me, saying, "I will pay you back the money, but you must explain to my company's employees and my wife. You were just here to collect the debt!"

He should have paid me back long ago.

I smiled and answered, "OK. Once you transfer the money, I will clarify."

In no time, the money was transferred.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder, scaring me into thinking that Curtis wanted to silence me by killing me.

I turned my head, and it turned out to be Anthony, wearing a delivery uniform.

"Opal, you... You're pregnant again?"

He saw me in both my pregnancies. It was quite embarrassing. He wouldn't think I have any fetishes, would he?

I shushed him, indicating for him to quietly watch me perform.

I said to the receptionist, "I'm here to collect a debt. Don't get me wrong. It's nothing personal. Please."

I pulled Anthony out of the door, no longer caring about what Curtis would suffer because of my words.

Walking on the road, I was about to take out the fake belly, but I found that my hand was being held.

Oh, I remembered that I was the one who held Anthony's hand first.

I let go, but my hand still couldn't move.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony, shaking his hand that was tightly holding mine.

He only seemed to come back to his senses now, blushing and looking at me innocently. "I'm sorry, Opal, your hand is so soft... I forgot to let go. You won't blame me, right?"

How could I? His tone was so sweet.

I looked him up and down and slowly said, "Are you very short of money?"

Anthony lowered his eyes and hesitated. Then he said, "Sort of."

"Well, forget it. I was going to treat you to a meal..." I muttered to myself. Then I encouraged him, "Go to work, or you'll be fined for being late!"

But his hearing was good, and he heard my whisper. He became energetic at once. "You want to treat me to a meal? Let's go! Right now!"

"But... your salary will be deducted."

"No more orders today. Let's go, Opal."

I looked at the bags of takeout behind his electric scooter and fell silent.