“Mrs. Swift, you shouldn’t keep working here as a janitor,” Dustin said to Michelle seriously in the Creative Arts Corporation office.

Dustin had some free time, so he was prepared to make some arrangements for Michelle. He wanted her to live a life of luxury.

“What am I supposed to do if not this?” Michelle sighed. “Besides, Miss Shawna gave me this chance, so I have to work hard.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Swift. I will take care of you. You won’t have to work. Just enjoy your golden years,” Dustin said with a smile.

“Alright. You work hard, then, and I’ll leech off you.” Michelle was not taking any of this seriously. She thought that Dustin was only joking.

After all, the once-successful Fox family was no more. What kind of good life could its sole surviving descendant enjoy?

“Dustin, I’ve saved up some money over the years. It’s not a lot, but you can ask me for money if you need it. After all, you youngsters have a lot of expenses,” Michelle said as she walked off.

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