Beh, a fat woman, stepped out onto the porch, confusion knitting her brows. "Carole, did you


    guys hit it big or something? Why the sudden move?" she asked.


    Carole was already notorious as the neighborhood gossip. Everyone pegged her as the mistress.


    Was Carole back to her old tricks? Where else would the moneye from?


    Beh was racing her mind with possibilities.


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    Carole chuckled as she looked at Anthea, "It''s all thanks to Ann here. She got a real knack for the


    stock market and made a nice sum."


    Beh gleamed her eyes with envy. "Carole, you sure have raised a golden girl! If only my Molly


    had half her brains, we''d have moved out of this dump ages ago!"


    Beh turned to Anthea, continuing, "So Ann, how does this whole stock market work? Maybe you


    could give Molly a few tips? Help her make some money so we can get out of this hellhole sooner!"


    The other neighbors quickly chimed in, "Yeah, teach our kids too!"


    Anthea smiled slightly, "Trading stocks is a lot like gambling with win and lose. There are plenty


    who''ve lost everything. I can''t teach that, nor can I guarantee anyone will make money."


    Beh faltered her smile instantly.


    How stingy! This little bitch wouldn’t even share a little advice.


    It was just making some money. What was the big deal?


    She was just a love child, after all. If it wasn''t for her knack for earning, who would even bother with


    her? Did Anthea think she''s some kind of heiress?


    With a stered smile, Beh pressed on, "They say close neighbors are better than distant


    rtives. We''ve been living side by side for years. Surely you won’t refuse to help us out! Come on,


    Ann, let''s all make some money together!"


    If it weren''t for Anthea''s talents, she wouldn''t even give the time of day to some mistress'' love child!


    What a joke!


    Anthea remained calm, "Beh, it''s not about whether I want to teach or not. I just can’t ensure that


    even if I taught Molly, she''d make money..."


    "Why can''t Molly make money if you can? My girl is not an idiot!" Beh wasced with sarcasm. "If


    you don''t want to teach, then just say it! No need for the song and dance - I can see right through it!


    And all that dough you''ve been shing around? I''ll bet it didn''te from ying the stock market.


    Smells a lot like dirty money, doesn''t it? Everyone in the neighborhood knows the score with your


    mom..."


    Anthea couldn''t help butugh.


    In her two lifetimes, she had never met someone so shameless.


    Anthea was never one to take things lying down.


    Raising an eyebrow, she retorted with deliberate rity, cutting Beh off, "Beh, you hit the nail


    on the head. I can make money! But I''d rather teach a stray cat or dog than waste my breath on


    your Molly!"


    Anthea reveled in the difort of those who envied her yet couldn''t touch her.


    Beh darkened her face, speechless with rage.


    After getting everything off her chest, Anthea felt utterly refreshed.


    How clear-headed and invigorated!


    Carole was stunned. She''d always thought of Anthea as a quiet and demure girl, never expecting


    her to be so fierce.


    Even Beh, notorious for her sharp tongue, was left without aeback.


    No one in the neighborhood could out-argue Beh.


    Next door, Nanson was momentarily taken aback but quickly recovered, opening the car door.


    "Carole and Ann, let''s hit the road. Why waste breath on someone who can''t stand to see others do


    well?"


    Anthea nodded, taking Carole''s arm and getting into the car.


    As the minivan vanished down the road, Beh spat in disgust, "What a piece of work! Disgusting


    bitch!"