Matriarch of the Hockleys

"What's the matter?" Carl had just arranged to come back, and he wanted to know what happened during the ten minutes he had been away.

"Andrea just made a bet with Eden. The loser can't enjoy the fish caught." Mrs. Bruce explained to Carl.

"Bet, how about I come as a witness?" Carl recommended himself with great interest.

It is also very common for men to favor their sweethearts in these small matters.Eden didn't trust Carl's impartiality.But when he heard Andrea's affirmative answer, he didn't refuse.

"Then gentlemen, let's go fishing together." Mrs. Bruce said with a smile. "certainly."

They leisurely walked to the edge of the lake and sat down, "Shall we start now?" Karl asked Andrea.

"Of course, but let's say it first, there is only one hour of game time. The rest of the time is at your own disposal." Although she made a bet with Eden, she didn't want to sit here and fish all the time, that would be too boring .

"So start?" Carl cast a questioning look at Eden. "Okay." After speaking, Eden picked up a bait and tried to put it on the hook, and Andrea also started to act.

Carl put on the bait slowly, watching them quietly fix the fishing rod in place.It was such a pleasant afternoon.

The one-hour game soon came to an end, but both Andrea and Mrs. Bruce only caught a few fish, and together they only caught more than half of what Eden caught.Just when Andrea was a little anxious, Carl suddenly 'smuggled' the fish in his bucket into Andrea's bucket.

Seeing Carl's actions, Andrea was surprised, and soon looked at Eden nervously.Fortunately, Eden was putting on the bait at this time, so he didn't notice their small movements for a while.

Mrs. Bruce, who was sitting on the side, pretended to ignore this, and the interaction between young people can increase their feelings.What's more, she didn't want to lose too badly, especially when the opponent was her own son.

"Well, it's time, the game is over!" Just when Eden's buoy moved, Carl looked at his pocket watch and said.As his voice fell, the buoy returned to its original position, and Eden watched helplessly that it might be the prize of a big fish, and it swam away with violent fluctuations.

Eden's face turned black, and Andrea suppressed a smile when she saw this, and said, "Eden, the game is over, we should calculate the result of the game."

"Of course," Eden let go of the fishing rod a little depressed. "Count by number or by weight?" Eden asked, remembering that they hadn't formulated detailed competition rules before.

"Of course it's based on the quantity," he said with a smile, looking at the generally small fish in Andrea's fish bucket.

"Okay," "1, 2, 3..." "9," "3," and soon they counted the number, "I won," Eden said happily.

"No, you didn't win." Andrea smiled slyly, "My mother and I have exactly 9 points in total, so we are tied."

"What?" Eden exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't you hear clearly? My mother and I have just gained as much as you, so we're in a draw." The corners of Andrea's mouth curled up. Fortunately, Karl got her some fish just now, otherwise he would have to I lost, haha~

"Yeah, you're reconciled," Carl looked at Eden with a smile, "What a coincidence!"

Eden didn't try to argue any more. Anyway, none of the three of them was on his side, so he was out of luck.

"Okay, draw," he spread his hands helplessly, looking at Andrea and the others with indulgent eyes.Forget it, it's not bad to come out and relax, and let mother and sister have fun.

Andrea sat at the round table, she no longer saw the fishing rod on the stand.She picked up a small piece of snack and put it into her mouth, enjoying the delicious and soft cake in a comfortable mood.

Two ladies were sitting at the table enjoying delicious snacks and fragrant milk tea, while the two men sitting on the side were fishing and talking about current events in New York, and they extracted useful news from each other's words.

The breeze blew across the lake, and they enjoyed the beautiful afternoon leisurely.

At the same time, in an alley in New York known for its chaos.

Crying children, complaining women, yelling men, dirty garbage on the road, and the dirty air in the air, all these are the true portrayal of those living in the slums.

An old man with disheveled hair suddenly came out of a dilapidated door, "Look at the things, I'll go get the money back." He whispered into the door. "Okay," said a young woman's voice.

In this slum, it is not uncommon for men and women to have an age difference between men and women who join together.But the man looked about five or sixty years old, which was a bit strange.You know, here, a man without ability can only be a bachelor.

Although the neighbors around were a little curious about the couple, they didn't try to find out.After all, if you don't know their details, it will be troublesome if you provoke someone you can't provoke.For them, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is their instinct.

The man closed the door and walked deep into the alley.Under the somewhat messy hair, there was a familiar face——Ismay, who had frequently appeared in newspapers some time ago, was the former owner of White Star Company, and a fugitive murder suspect.

Ismay had never imagined that she would be so unlucky.He would have transferred a lot of money to the United States.Who knew that the yellow-faced woman he left at home had found out about those assets in advance, and even provided the police with the list, so that she couldn't get the money.

In addition to being wanted by the police, in order not to be recognized and spending most of the money brought, Ismay had no choice but to rent with his mistress in this place he hated very much in the past.

He was not used to this kind of life, plus he was hiding and running around all the way.Ismay, who had been well maintained before, was rapidly aging, and he had already noticed Emily's perfunctory treatment of him.He was very angry about this, but he didn't dare to vent it.After all, he is not young anymore, and he still has to rely on her to take care of him during this time.

But when today is over, he won't have to put up with this stinky bitch anymore.Coincidentally, he only remembered a few days ago that he owns a house in Philadelphia.

It was an inheritance from a cousin of his, and he never mentioned the house to anyone.Seven or eight years ago, he also raised a little lover in that house.But then the woman suddenly contracted pneumonia and died in the house.He thought it was unlucky and never went there again.

That house was not worth mentioning to him in the past, but to Ismay who had no money in his hands now, it was quite a fortune.

He had secretly bought a train ticket to Philadelphia alone, and he didn't plan to bring Emily with him.Anyway, he has been playing for a year or two, and when he has more money, he will find a younger one.

But before he spent a lot of money for Emily, he must charge some interest!He turned hastily into a small courtyard with curtains.

"Bruce, this price is already very high," a long and ugly old woman said dissatisfiedly, "They are already in their twenties. This price is very good, don't be too greedy!"

"Add more, 115 dollars!" Ismay said arbitrarily.If he hadn't cared about these small moneys before, but now it's different from the past, the small money in the past is like a huge sum of money to him now.

"Don't look at her in her twenties, she's no older than a young girl. She's all skinny and tender, and her skills are good." Ismay had a wretched expression on her face, "Besides, you're not without I've seen it before. Her figure is very hot, with a protruding front and back. It won't be long before you keep it and you can earn your money back."

"Okay, when will the delivery be delivered?" The old woman gritted her teeth, pretending to be in pain.Except for $120, that woman should be able to make herself another fortune in no time. It's been a long time since she's seen anything that satisfies her.

The guys in the house are so bad they don't make seventy cents a time.When the time came, she would give that woman a good training, and she might make two or three dollars at a time.

"It's seven o'clock tonight. You can get me some drugs, so I won't have to worry about it." Ismay's eyes were full of sternness, "You pay me the money first, I live there anyway, and then run away No."

"Okay, I'll pick up the goods then." The old woman hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the room.She wasn't worried that Ismay would lie to her, her son was also a street fighter in this alley.If not, she would not be able to open the only dark cave in this alley.Although the people living here are very poor, it is the only family after all, and most of the people in the alley are bachelors.

"Here," the old woman handed the banknote to Ismay, and he hurriedly took it and stuffed it into his clothes, as if he was afraid that the old woman would regret it. "At seven o'clock in the evening, I will open the door for you." He put the paper bag containing the drug into his trouser pocket. "good."

Ismay quickly left the courtyard and walked towards the corner.There are some people setting up stalls in front, and people who live in the alley usually go there to buy things.

Vegetables, seafood, guns and ammunition, drugs are everything, as long as you have money, you can buy anything.The most important thing is that you can get out safely.No matter when, there are always people who fish in troubled waters.There are always some gangsters wandering there in groups, and if they don't have the strength, they have to leave something behind.

He planned to buy some good ones. After all, he was going on his way tonight. He had to eat well to store up some energy. It was also necessary to bring some dry food. This was the experience he had accumulated during his escape.