Chapter 118 How can a person be so unlucky?

Chapter 118 How can a person be so unlucky?

"Brother Owen, it's nice to meet you." Fiona took out her phone and left Owen's contact information.

Seeing this, James, who was standing nearby, immediately took out his phone, intending to add Fiona's contact information.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out his phone, Fiona put it away.

Seeing James approach, she instinctively took a step back, her face full of wariness: "Excuse me, who are you?"

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Seeing that the other party was ignoring his existence, James instantly lost his temper and turned around angrily to leave.

"What's wrong with him?" Fiona asked, somewhat bewildered. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, that's just his temper." Owen suppressed a laugh. "Well then, Fiona, I'm in the pawn shop business. I'll send you the address in a bit. Just call me when you get there, and I'll explain the procedures. That's all for now, I have to go."

"Okay, Owen."

Fiona nodded obediently and watched Irving chase after James.

Only after the two figures disappeared at the end of the street did Fiona come to her senses and quickly squatted down to help her younger brother Karl up.

Seeing her older sister Fiona's face flushed red, a stark contrast to her usual strong and independent demeanor, she noticed...

Karl immediately chuckled and teased, "Fiona, I've never seen you so gentle before. What, have you fallen for my master?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Fiona's expression changed, and she turned and stormed off.

Seeing this, Carl quickly chased after him, "Don't deny it, I didn't object. To be honest, I really think Owen is a good match for you. Look at him, he's good-looking and skilled. Although he doesn't seem to be very rich, he's a really nice person."

"Karl, shut your mouth! I've already said it before, I absolutely will not date until Father comes out!"

After dropping James off at the elementary school where his girlfriend attends, Irving left.

I glanced at the time and realized it was already six o'clock in the afternoon; it was time for lunch.

Irving had originally planned to just grab a quick bite at a fast food restaurant.

But on his way to McDonald's, he happened to encounter a food truck distributing free food.

Perhaps because the food truck had just opened, there were only about a dozen people queuing at the window, among whom were only four or five homeless people.

Irving glanced at it and was about to leave.

But just as he drove up to the front of the line, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Irving slammed on the brakes and brought the RV to a stop.

Ignoring the angry shouts of the drivers of the cars following behind, he quickly parked his car on the side of the road and got out to go to the relief food truck.

"Ayesha? Is it really you?!" Owen exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the familiar face.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ayesha looked up and was startled.

But after a moment she realized what was happening and forced a smile. "Hi, Owen, what a coincidence! What are you doing here today?"

"I just drove by and thought I was seeing things, but it really is you!" Owen paused for a moment, then looked at the food Ayesha had just received from the food truck: "The food at the food truck looks pretty good today, what kind of good stuff do they have?"

"Same as usual, chickpea rice with luncheon meat. Oh, and there's a bottle of Dr. Pepper soda. Want some?"

"No, thank you." Owen waved his hand politely.

It was only then that he noticed Ayesha seemed to be in low spirits.

Something's not right; there's a problem.

In Irving's memory, Ayesha was not exactly a passionate girl, and she had previously suffered from depression.

But ever since he helped resolve the other party's debt problem, the other party's mood has noticeably improved.

They've become much more enthusiastic during this time.

The fact that they are suddenly receiving free food from a food truck and are in such a low mood suggests that they must be facing some difficulties.

"Ayesha, are you... having encountered some difficulties?" Seeing that she was holding a free meal and casually sat down on a roadside bench, Owen walked over, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

Ayesha shook her head, said nothing, and lowered her head to eat.

Seeing that the other person didn't seem to want to answer him, Irving scratched his head.

It was obvious that something had happened to Ayesha.

After thinking for a moment, Irving didn't say anything more and went to the food truck to line up and get a dinner.

Then, he quietly sat down next to Ayesha.

Upon opening the disposable lunchbox, a slightly rotten smell, as if it had been stored in a cold storage for a long time, wafted out.

Irving picked up the plastic fork and tried several times, but still didn't dare to put the chickpea rice in his mouth.

He felt that if he swallowed this stuff directly, he would most likely get diarrhea.

I'd be grateful if I didn't get food poisoning.

Irving glanced at the luncheon meat can next to him and saw the small print "Made in China" on it, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Although during World War II, American-made canned luncheon meat was in a class of its own.

But after so many years, the manufacturing industry in the United States has long been cut into pieces.

Even canned luncheon meat now almost entirely needs to be imported.

Irving opened the can, took a few bites, and was surprised to find that it tasted quite good.

Although it's a bit greasy, it's definitely filling.

After finishing the canned food, he felt it was a bit too salty, so he immediately opened the bottle of cherry-flavored Dr. Pepper soda.

After waiting for a while, I saw Ayesha still looking down, slowly picking at her chickpea rice.

Irving couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, snatched the chickpea rice bowl from Ayesha's hand, and shoved it into the trash can next to her.

"Ayesha, is this chickpea rice even edible? What happened to you? Can you tell me? How can I help you if you don't tell me?"

Irving's sudden action startled Ayesha.

A moment later, she realized what was happening, and tears streamed down her face. "Owen, are you crazy? What right do you have to throw away my dinner?"

"Because I'm your creditor!" Sensing Ayesha's strong sense of pride, Owen didn't back down at all.

After this period of experience, he finally understood that American women are different from those in other countries.

When facing them, you must maintain the posture of a strong person!

Only in this way can their inner sense of admiration for the strong be aroused.

"Shit!! Money again!" Upon hearing the word "creditor," Ayesha immediately broke down and burst into hysterical tears.

"My part-time job boss ran away! My wallet was stolen on the subway! I can't live like this for another day!!"

"Fine! It's just money, right? I'll go to the black market and sell my blood to pay you back!"