Chapter 1245 Alina Rumpley Must Not Die
- Cal stared at the pile of loose cash. All this money would go to the Hope Elementary later, but he wasn’t happy—everyone had bought up all the tasty stuff.
- He glanced at the other stalls. None were as slammed as his.
- Cal tugged Cayden Moore’s pant leg and pointed at the stall next door. “Dad, I want that mini cake.”