Isabel’s sad face.


    Yes.


    Where is the money going toe from?


    nca Roach began to fret …


    Since she married Matthew Grant, although she has earned a lot of money, but also spent a lot, so for a long time did not save much money at all.


    “Our studio has just been established not long ago, although it is said to have earned a lot of money, but all taken to pay for the nt, now the ount of the liquidity is not much, nca, if we really do, I’m afraid it is funds … “not quite enough.


    nca Roach does not know?


    But what can be done about it.


    “Let’s do it.” nca Roach took her bank card out, “Use this first.” This is the gift money she received when she married Matthew Grant.


    Although this money …


    But it was the only money that could be taken now.


    “nca!”


    “Go and do it, didn’t you also say there was a child who was sick? This kind of thing can’t be dyed.”


    “Hey!”


    Isabel was worried about nca Roach, but in the end, nca Roach was the boss of the studio, and she could only listen to her words.


    When Isabel went out, nca Roach felt a little sleepy, maybe she was pregnant, she was sleepy, she fell asleep after a while.


    When she woke up again, there was Peter Murray standing beside her.


    “Why are you here?”


    “Why can’t Ie? Or do you no longer consider me a friend?” Peter Murray said.


    “You know I don’t mean that!” nca Roach hastily argued.


    Since what happenedst time, nca Roach and Peter Murray had been squirming a bit, and with Elizabeth Harris in the middle, the rtionship between nca Roach and Peter Murray was already very awkward.


    Today, nca Roach was really not expecting Peter Murray to appear.


    “I came here specifically to find you. It was Isabel who informed me.”


    “Hmm?”


    “She was afraid something would happen to you.”


    nca Roach sat up, while Peter Murray gently gave her a pillow behind her back.


    Peter Murray smiled bitterly, “When did we get so rusty with each other?”Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    “I’m sorry.”


    “nca, I heard about the studio. How are you going to handle this matter …?”


    Peter Murray is not an outsider either.


    nca Roach nced at the tightly closed door of the room. Sighed. Told Peter Murray what he thought.


    “Your idea is quite good, but have you ever thought that people are very greedy, people ask for 100, 000, you give 100, 000. Do you believe it or not, people will then ask for 300, 000?”


    “This …”


    “nca, you can’t be as bullying as you are in business, or they will climb on your head.”


    Listening to Peter Murray’s reassuring words, nca Roach’s eyes got a little moist all of a sudden.


    She was just a young girl in her twenties, her husband had been in a car ident and was now in aa, and she had a little baby in her belly. How can she afford to do that?


    She is not a well-educated high society person, she does not have a shrewd mind, nor does she have the means to hear the thunder and lightning, and she does not have great connections.


    What she had, nca Roach had, was her own passion and persistence.


    “I don’t know what to do. Peter Murray, I …”


    “I know.”


    Looking at nca Roach raised her hand to exin, Peter Murray directly held nca Roach’s hand, “I do know. Don’t worry, I will help you in this matter.”


    Hearing Peter Murray’s words, nca Roach opened her mouth, and finally did not say anything.