My Waste Husband

Chapter 217

In a coffee shop not far from the market, Henry and Amity respectively ordered the cheapest coffee and sat opposite each other at a small round table.

Henry frowned when he heard what Amity said.

Amity was from a single-parent family. Her father was a gambler. Her mother had left with another man a few years ago. In the past few years, Amity's father not only gave up his family's property but also owed hundreds of thousands in debts.

At that time, after Amity had received the 250,000 yuan bonus, the first thing she had done was to help her father pay the debts. However, the 250,000 yuan was far from enough.

In the case of many debts, and with his daughter working in Lins Group as a guarantor, Amity's father borrowed more than 100,000 yuan. The person who gave the money couldn't get it back from Amity's father, so he went after Amity. So, the scene that Henry saw today happened.

Amity told Henry that she had been hiding from these people for a very long time.

"Brother Henry, there's actually one thing that I've always wanted to ask you, but I don't know if I should say it or not." Amity picked up her cup and took a sip. She sounded very timid.

"Go ahead."

"The car, I want to sell it... but it was given to me by Mr Homer. I don't know if I should sell it or not." There was an uncertainty in the eyes of Amity.

Hearing this, Henry sighed. "Girl, I really don't know what to say. Since the car has been given to you by Homer, it belongs to you completely. It is up to you if you want to sell it and give it to someone else."

Henry shook his head and felt a little helpless. This girl, Amity, was too simple and kind. In this society, if someone else owned a car worth two million yuan, he would immediately show off. He would wish that the whole world knew that he had a luxury car.

"Well," Amity put down the coffee cup and said, "Brother Henry, then I'm going to sell the car. I'm just a young employee now. It's really not suitable for me to drive a car worth two million yuan. After selling the car, I can pay the money for my father and open a shop for him. Then my life will be smooth. But I don't know where to sell it. Can you help me?"

"Okay." Henry nodded without hesitation.

He did not say anything like "I'll give you money" to the Amity. Everyone had their own lifestyle. Henry did not want to help the Amity in this way, but he did not think that Amity would accept his charity.

After getting Henry's affirmative answer, Amity was very happy. After making this decision, all the difficulties placed in front of Amity were easily solved.

Henry didn't know much about how to sell a second-hand car. He called Wade. Wade was very interested in luxury cars. When he had nothing else to do, he would buy something like that. When Henry told him the model, Wade said that he could buy this car at 20% cheaper than the market price.

For the second-hand luxury car, it was fair to lower the price by 20%.

After all, for the people who could afford this kind of luxurious car, most of them did not care about one or two hundred thousand dollars. What they really cared about was their dignity. They would rather spend one or two hundred thousand dollars more. As for the ones who could buy one of these luxurious cars, they would not choose the second-hand one at a low price.

When she learned that her car could still be sold for one million and five hundred thousand, Amity was very happy. To her, this was a windfall.

Amity brought Henry to her residence.

It was not until then that Henry realized that the place where Amity lived was so old that it was exactly the same as the shantytown where he lived when he was a child.

It was a completely isolated board building. The wall of the building had fallen off, and it had a total of six floors. The entrance of the corridor was very narrow, and all the garbage was piled up in front of it, giving off a stinky smell.

Henry observed the people living here. Everyone looked tired and in a hurry. For the sake of their livelihood, there was no hope and no anger on their faces.

This made Henry sigh. He knew this feeling very well. In the past, he was also like this. Every day, he did not think about making money to play, nor thinking about buying new clothes. He only thought about how to have a meal.

Every floor had four units, and Amity's place was the third unit on the fourth floor.

The corridor was very narrow, and the ground was covered with dust. No one was there to clean it. The doors of Amity's house was an old blue security door with a gauze net, which could be opened with one hand.

When Amity opened the door, she invited Henry in. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Henry took a look and found that the house of Amity was very small, only more than 40 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room. The furniture was also very shabby, but it was very tidy.

"Brother Henry, it's a little old. Please don't mind," Amity said apologetically.

Henry waved his hand. He had not seen such a house for many years. When he was a child, he and his mother lived in such a house. But at that time, he and his mother only had a small bedroom. Even if he wanted to go to the bathroom, but also to see if the other tenants in it.

She did not carry the keys of the car with her but kept them at home. Her car was not driven very often, and based on her conditions, she could not afford to add gas.

Amity ran into her bedroom. After looking for more than ten minutes, she still could not find the car keys.

"Strange!" She frowned slightly and looked around the room. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" Henry asked in confusion.

"Brother Henry, wait for me," Amity shouted and ran downstairs without explaining anything to Henry.

Henry followed Amity and came to an open-air parking lot 300 meters away from this board building.

As soon as Amity came to the parking lot, her little face turned pale and she muttered, "It's over... the car... has been taken away by my father."

Henry looked at Amity who was about to cry again. He stepped forward and comforted, "Don't worry, what happened? Tell me."

"Brother Henry, the car must have been taken by my dad to gamble. He has always wanted the car. I didn't give it to him. If it was taken away by him, everything will be ruined!" Amity was extremely flustered. The hope for the life she just saw was shattered again.

"Well, don't worry." Henry grabbed Amity's shoulders. "Do you know where your father usually goes?"

Amity nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Okay, let's go there first. It's still not too late."

Henry waved his hand and stopped a taxi. When Amity said the words "Drunken Fairy Building", Henry understood.

The place on the top floor of the Drunken Fairy Building was run by the Chow. Henry had seen too many casinos like this, and the croupiers inside were all masters. It was simply an idiotic dream to win money in this casino.

When the taxi arrived at the Drunken Fairy Building, Henry and Amity saw the Maserati parked in front of the Drunken Fairy Building at a glance.