"Let it go! I'm going to kill the fat cat today! " Moore couldn't stand it anymore. Blue veins stood out on his forehead.

Cassandra was so frightened that her hand holding Five shook. Then she looked at Moore pitifully. A few seconds later, Moore found that he was too stupid. How could this woman stare at him pitifully?

"Sweetheart, your son is so mean to me. He even bullied Five!" Cassandra ran to Martin as fast as lightning, with the cat of nearly 16 pounds in her arms.

Carlos, "..."

Moore was speechless.

'Can I kill this woman directly?'

Martin frowned slightly, with imperceptible restraint and forbearance in his eyes. After last night, he thought that Cassandra would be afraid of him and even deliberately keep a distance from him.

But she didn't.

Was it because Cassandra was good at acting, or he missed something?

Before he could figure out the answer, he had instinctively held Cassandra's shoulder carefully to prevent her from falling when she walked too fast. "Slow down."

Cassandra curled her lips and raised her head with grievance, "It's not my fault. Your son is too cruel."

Someone's ability to push the blame was greatly improved.

"She stole my cat! How could she blame me? "

Carlos looked at Moore sympathetically and thought, 'Well, you may not understand the living rule. In this family, there is always only one person who is reasonable, and that is Cassandra.'

Even if Cassandra was unreasonable, her coquetry and grievance made sense.

"Don't scold her." said Martin.

Moore was speechless.

'Love is blind!

I'm not angry. Anger makes me ugly!'

A few seconds later...

Not reconciled, Moore said in a somewhat aggrieved voice, "She was the one who scolded me first, and robbed Five from me. She can grab anything else, except two things. I won't let them go until I die. "

One was Five, the second was... Martin.

Moore was not a three year old child anymore. He didn't care about many things, but he wouldn't let these two things go. Five was a birthday gift from James, a

sie held the woman's hand with her fair finger and sat down on a clean chair aside. "How could it be? This place belongs to Mr. Roger, and ordinary people can't enter it. By the way, this is the membership card I just applied for you. The membership fee has been paid for you. You can come to visit here at any time before the term of validity."

The woman's eyes lit up and greedily stared at the golden card. This was a high-end consumption place, and the color of the card represented the level of the member, or to put it bluntly, it was the status of the member.

Golden cards ranked fifth in the clubhouse. Usually, they were all upstarts. The annual membership fee was at least 200 thousand. The important grade of a member would be decided according to the level of the membership fee. When the consumption reached a certain level, the club would raise its grade by itself, or the member could apply for it by himself.

It was a thin card that many people dreamed of. She used to think it was a luxury to have a look at it, but now, this card was in front of her and she could get it easily.

The woman didn't reach out to take it. She just looked at Essie and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "Essie, I shouldn't get any reward without merit. You specially asked me to come here today and gave me such a big gift... What... What can I do for you? "