28. Marriage offer.

Pamela was home alone after her youngest daughter asked permission to go to the convenience store. She immediately shut the door and locked it after seeing a black rolls-royce pulled up on the side of the road—right in front of her yard, scaring the hell out of Pamela—suspecting that whoever was there was a debt collector.

"When are they going to stop, huh?" Pamela closed all the curtains, but she peeked out anyway—seeing a man in a maroon suit getting out after the driver opened the door; another car had just arrived, and two men in black jackets were also getting out—following the man in the maroon suit walking down Pamela's yard. "Oh my, who are they?"

Their appearance was neater than the debt collectors who always came here. Even the scent of their perfume was inhaled by Pamela even though the door had not been opened, making her even more confused.

Someone cleared his throat. The three of them were already standing before the door, and then there was a knock. Pamela's body became