Isabel’s sad face.
Yes.
Where is the money going to come from?
Blanca 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 plant, now the account of the liquidity is not much, Blanca, if we really do, I’m afraid it is funds … “not quite enough.
Blanca Roach does not know?
But what can be done about it.
“Let’s do it.” Blanca 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.
“Blanca!”
“Go and do it, didn’t you also say there was a child who was sick? This kind of thing can’t be delayed.”
“Hey!”
Isabel was worried about Blanca Roach, but in the end, Blanca Roach was the boss of the studio, and she could only listen to her words.
When Isabel went out, Blanca 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 I come? Or do you no longer consider me a friend?” Peter Murray said.
“You know I don’t mean that!” Blanca Roach hastily argued.
Since what happened last time, Blanca Roach and Peter Murray had been squirming a bit, and with Elizabeth Harris in the middle, the relationship between Blanca Roach and Peter Murray was already very awkward.
Today, Blanca 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.”
Blanca 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?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Blanca, I heard about the studio. How are you going to handle this matter …?”
Peter Murray is not an outsider either.
Blanca Roach glanced 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 …”
“Blanca, 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, Blanca 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 accident and was now in a coma, 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, Blanca Roach had, was her own passion and persistence.
“I don’t know what to do. Peter Murray, I …”
“I know.”
Looking at Blanca Roach raised her hand to explain, Peter Murray directly held Blanca Roach’s hand, “I do know. Don’t worry, I will help you in this matter.”
Hearing Peter Murray’s words, Blanca Roach opened her mouth, and finally did not say anything.