Back then, all of her money had been handed to her on a silver platter.

It was now that she realized that earning money was not as easy as she had assumed.

The envelope with the cash in it was quite thick.

After calculating her wages, Mr. Massey went out to deliver goods.

Now there was only Wonda and her left in the restaurant.

"The reason I dared to say all those things about you, Wonda, is because I know what sort of person you are. Who you really are, and what you've done. Deep down, you know yourself better than I do. I just hope that you can truly let your tears and words be without guilt. I know I have no evidence, and perhaps I might be wrongly accusing you. If that's the case, then I apologize in advance.

But if you did take it and you're hiding it from me, then you may have struck a jackpot. That purse is a limited-edition birthday present from my father, worth around three thousand dollars, but it will forever be a mark on your hideous, thieving character."

Wonda only