And she was quite effective at it.
That day, Moore Audrey finished her homework and rushed to her beloved haunted house.
First, she ran to the monitoring room to greet the beautiful monitoring officer.
However, the officer’s expression seemed kind… yet tinged with pity.
Moore Audrey felt a bit worried, held back for a moment, but couldn’t resist asking:
“Miss, are you feeling unwell?”
The monitoring officer was taken aback, turning to look at her:
“No… no… it’s just… a bit sad…”
Moore Audrey: “…???“
Before she could inquire further, the officer turned back to the monitoring screen, her tone filled with compassion:
“I feel sorry for that little boy in Room Seven… he’s been coming to the haunted house to do his homework for several days… it must be because his family is in trouble…”
Upon hearing this, Moore Audrey looked up at the monitor, quickly locking onto the “pitiful person” the officer mentioned.
She stared at the boy for a few seconds, a sense of familiarity washing over her.
But then she recalled what the officer had just said and thought about the ticket prices for the entertainment city, silently considering, and ultimately, she ruthlessly shattered the officer’s overflowing maternal love.
“The tickets for the entertainment city seem quite expensive… and… our haunted house has additional charges…”
The officer still brimmed with compassion: “Then he… might be a young boy from a wealthy family, his biological mother passed away, and his stepmother took over. With a stepmother comes a stepfather… perhaps he’s been suffering from abuse by his stepmother!”
Moore Audrey stared at her in disbelief: “…”
Miss, it’s a pity you’re not writing scripts.
But as she thought about it, she couldn’t find a reasonable explanation either. However, following the officer’s line of thought seemed too exaggerated. After a moment of contemplation, Moore Audrey suddenly spoke up, analyzing based on what she deemed reasonable logic:
“I think he… might be struggling academically but loves learning a lot, accompanying other classmates to play, but not very interested, so he comes to the haunted house to do his homework…”
Before the officer could respond, the girl added:
“Or he could be a senior student… enduring the pressure of homework and college entrance exams every day, but afraid of being too lazy at home, so he chooses to study in the haunted house. After all, a tense and scary atmosphere can better stimulate one’s potential!”
The officer nodded in agreement: “That makes sense, too; diligent children are also worthy of pity…”
Moore Audrey: “… Miss, you seem to have a misunderstanding about maternal love…”
But then she thought of something else, looked back at the boy in the monitor, paused for a few seconds, and reached an incredibly crucial conclusion: perhaps this boy… was exceptionally good-looking!
Although the haunted house was dimly lit, it did not diminish the boy’s attractiveness. Even if she couldn’t see his face clearly, she could discern from his graceful silhouette that his looks were likely quite high.
Moore Audrey, although a face-lover, had high standards. After all, the girl had inherited her parents’ excellent genes, looking quite good, especially when she smiled, her eyes curving, endearing her to others.
Throughout her seventeen years of real life, the only person she found handsome was probably that legendary unattainable flower—the top student in her grade.
But it was just a fleeting glance in a hurry. The boy was tall and straight, with delicate features and a cold, refined demeanor, eMiguelding a strong aura of a top student—an aloof type that many young girls were infatuated with.
She herself was a bit starry-eyed, but compared to inheriting her father’s fortune, it was hardly worth mentioning.
In this vast world, nothing was more important than inheriting her father’s wealth.
Once she inherited the fortune, she would open haunted houses all over the world.
