The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 115: Looking for someone to help me spend my money

The news reached him that evening.

"She ran away?" Liam paused midway through his apple, throwing it into the trash and furrowing his brows, "Did someone tip her off?"

The person on the other end of the phone asked, "Mr. Liam, should we check with the three telecom companies?"

"Check, we definitely need to check," Liam thought for a moment and added,

"Also, investigate the nanny’s past fifty years.

Where she’s from, her place of origin, any other criminal records, anything that could help add to her sentence.

Then check her bank transactions for the last few days.

If she wanted to run, she’d need to withdraw some money.

She doesn’t have a passport, right?

She should still be in the country, which means she’ll be using the high-speed rail or long-distance bus.

She can’t get far. We need to find her the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"And once we find her?"

"Send her to the Smith family. I’m curious to see how they’ll handle this."

Liam continued, "Also, check if Attorney Daniel has left the country recently.

Ask him to rush back and prepare his legal team; as soon as we find her, we’ll need to head to court."

Liam was outwardly calm and spoke with composure all day, but inwardly, he wished that the nanny would go bust..

The person on the other end of the call acknowledged his command, then seemed to have contacted the Smith family, saying to Liam,

"Liam, we have sent part of the materials to Oliver.

Oliver called and said he wanted to thank you."

"I didn’t help him, and I don’t want to talk to him.

Bad luck," Liam coldly replied, abruptly hanging up.

After hanging up, Liam finally felt the suffocating frustration in his heart ease.

He lay on the couch, propping up one leg, and opened up his WhatsApp with Maureen, wondering if she’s already asleep.

He wanted to message her but was at a loss for what to say.

The chat thread was still open to their conversation from that morning; Maureen had asked what he had eaten, and he had taken a picture of his breakfast from an appealing angle and sent it.

Afterward, they chatted casually about their school timings.

Liam scrolled up in their chat history to see that, for some inexplicable reason, their frequency of Whatsapp conversations and length of dialogs had increased over time.

Maureen would even initiate conversations about random topics—like asking him what to do when laundry powder couldn’t remove oil stains from clothes during drills.

What the hell, how would he know? He never washed his clothes!

That day, he practically sprained an ankle leaping to his computer to spend an hour on Google, researching all possible solutions, summarizing them into a document of ten thousand words to send her.

He even considered whether to have someone send her laundry powder, or use it as an excuse to personally visit her.

But just when he was contemplating, he was brought back to reality by her blunt message,

"Thanks, I’ll wash it tomorrow.

Going to sleep now."

His handsome face instantly flushed with embarrassment as he thought of his impulsive decision to visit her in the middle of the night – wouldn’t that frighten her? Anyway,

Liam wasn’t that obtuse.

He realized that Maureen’s messages to him were no longer those nutrient-devoid, triple-dot test messages one might send to a robot that she used to send when she first transferred over.

She tended to wake up early in the morning and if it was raining, she would message him to bring an umbrella.

If he found any interesting trending topics on Instagram, or saw something amusing while on the road, he would share them with him. Liam was happy, but he also fretted.

He didn’t dare to think too much in case it would be like the last time.

Losing something is more painful than never having had it in the first place, it’s like falling from heaven into hell.

At this moment, Liam was holding his phone and typing two characters into the WhatsApp then deleting them.

His level of indecision was just as intense as Maureen’s on the other end.

Maureen sat in front of the desk lamp, intending to send him a message, only to see him in the middle of typing.

Maureen decided to wait and see what he had to say, so he waited for about ten minutes.

While he was waiting, he also completed a set of questions, but he still hadn’t received a message yet.

So Maureen went and washed his hair, and even blow-dried it.

He couldn’t help but pick up his phone to check after drying his hair. He was still typing! ??? Was Liam intending to give a presidential campaign speech?

Maureen looked at the clock on the table, it had already been an hour, and he was still typing??!

Liam was still deep in thought on how to console someone when, unexpectedly, Maureen’s Whatsapp message popped up.

Maureen: "What’s wrong?" Liam got a shock, his grip on his phone loosening, and it clattered onto the floor off the sofa. He also bent over, flushing as he reached out and fumbled.

After picking up his phone, fearing that Maureen’s next words would be "goodnight,

sleep well", he hastily replied without even wiping the dust off his phone,

"How come you haven’t slept yet?!" On the other end, Maureen felt that Liam was particularly persistent about ’sleeping’.

Last time, when she planned to message him, he immediately urged her to go to bed.

Thinking that Liam would nag like an old father again, she quickly said, "I will go to bed soon, goodnight."

Liam: "..." See, every time he tried to find her, she immediately said she was going to sleep.

Liam was feeling bitter inside.

He suddenly wondered jealously if she would say she was going to sleep within five seconds when Richard messaged her?

Although Maureen said she was going to sleep, she would still check every second to see if Liam had sent her a message.

The next second, her phone lit up, a message from Liam.

Maureen’s heart fluttered instantly and she involuntarily smirked, quickly clicking it open.

"Do you have anything to say about recent events?"

Liam had just been furiously searching on Google for ways to comfort people, learned the three most important steps were listening and empathizing, to first listen to the girl’s stress and grievances, then solve it from her perspective.

He plans to first listen to Little Mask’s complaints as a mature man.

On the other end, while Maureen was drying her hair, her hand suddenly froze at Liam’s message.

She stared blankly at the line of words, her face inexplicably flushing, what does he mean? Recent events?

What happened recently? All she did was give him a small hair tie and couldn’t resist staring at him during class.

Has my secret crush on him been discovered?! Maureen’s heartbeat suddenly quickened, she sat down on the bed, feeling weak and helpless, staring at her phone.

Because of her previous failed experiences pursuing Richard, Maureen didn’t dare to confess rashly.

Just before she could reply, the next text from Liam popped up.

"If there’s something bothering you, speaking it out can make you feel a lot better, don’t keep it to yourself."

The long spiel of texts Maureen typed out on the keyboard questioning "What do you mean? Did you guess something? Can you clarify?" was instantly deleted.

Did he know how her heart almost jumped into her throat just now! Maureen took a deep breath, covering her pounding heart, she felt the thrill akin to a roller coaster ride.

She was so mad at Liam she could beat him up: "Can you type your sentences all at once?" Liam: "? What’s the matter, think I type too slowly?"

It took him a lot of effort to stammer out this the gentlest sentence he has ever said this whole life.

And she had the nerve to complain about him typing too slowly.

If Richard typed quicker, who cares, damn squid.

Maureen knew that Liam was also worried about the Smith family situation affecting her.

After considering for a moment, she responded sincerely, "Liam, I’m really okay, I’m doing well.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and the birds will still sing.

With you and the others around, there’s nothing wrong with me."

Liam looked at her almost self-deploring statement, feeling sure that she was just covering up her rotten mood.

Anything about feeling ’fine’ was just self-deception.

However, she wouldn’t share her problems with him! What was he supposed to do? This sort of thing would definitely happen again in the future, and unfortunately, comforting people was the one thing he was just not good at.

Liam wished he could immediately sign up for "how to comfort people" class in the middle of the night.

Growing agitated, Liam abruptly stood up and paced around his two-hundred-square-meter apartment.

Then he stopped in his tracks as a lightbulb went off in his head.

Playing the mature man, he sent a payment to Maureen via bank transfer.

Maureen saw a notification popping up on her phone and stared in disbelief, repeatedly counting the number of zeros in the figure.

After figuring out the amount, she took a deep breath. "???" Maureen was stunned on the spot.

"Why did you just send me five hundred thousand dollars?" Liam responded, "I have too much spare change in my account, it’s unsightly.

You might as well help me spend it."

And Maureen was left speechless, ".........." "I’m sorry, I wasn’t angry about the Smith family matters during the day, but your words this night really made me want to throw a punch.