Quentin had never imagined that a comment he casually deleted, would be found by someone.
So, when he saw an unfamiliar call coming in, his first thought was, his monthly allowance was due.
He hurriedly answered the call, "Hey! What's up? The money should have been sent yesterday, why hasn't it..."
"Quentin." The voice of Rosalynn, neither cold nor warm, came from the other end.
Quentin's roar was stuck in his throat, hanging there.
An inexplicable panic, like an invisible hand, slowly tightening around Quentin's neck, he was slightly short of breath.d2
"What do you want?" Quentin asked somewhat nervously.
"I've been behaving myself out here, not causing you any trouble, but the living allowance you're giving me is getting less and less, even beggars would be treated better!"
He was Natalie's son, Rosalynn had no intention of mistreating Quentin.
Although it was impossible to give him millions a month like before, but the living allowance she paid was enough for Quentin to live a comfortable life locally.
It was Quentin himself who was extravagant.
As soon as he got the money, he would spend it recklessly, thinking that he could ask for more when he ran out.
Rosalynn was not going to indulge his bad habits.
"What did you post on Twitter today?" Rosalynn ignored his excuses and asked coldly.
The voice on the other end suddenly went silent.
During those few seconds of silence, Rosalynn even wondered if Quentin had suddenly died.
"He committed suicide, didn't you know?" Quentin answered.
"Why did he commit suicide?" Rosalynn asked again, "Does it have anything to do with the mental illness you mentioned?"
Quentin fell silent again.
Rosalynn wasn't in a hurry, if he was silent, she was silent too.
After about half a minute, Quentin finally spoke, "I want you to give me two million alone, and the living allowance can't be cut off afterwards."
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