One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Pack up your things. Leave the key in the flowerpot by the door. You don't need to come here anymore, Ms. Armstrong." His voice was cold, and he left just as decisively. The sound of the door closing was heavier than usual. I turned on my phone. On the screen was a photo of Jared and me together. No long dresses, no jewelry. Both of us were in suits, with perfectly measured smiles on our faces and gold-rimmed glasses on our noses. It looked like the "Employee of the Month" photos that hung in office hallways. Jared was right. We really were very similar.

She was indeed generous towards her creations! It was dinner time, so I looked for a nearby water hose to wash plastic plates. The milk bottles were also dirty because of trash. Humming a symphony with the harmony of pleasant night wind, I twirled happily, “At last, food!” When I returned after cleaning, a new black trash bag was thrown into the dumpster. Although I had enough, my greed urged me to check it as well. And trust me, this was the best decision of my life! “Four pieces of fried chicken and a can of soda? Who is that ingrate to waste food like this?”

The man smirked, his gaze falling on the trash can they were dragging: "Isn't this can filled with the children you kidnapped?" "It's a small world, our kid was there too." The man said this. Both "cleaners" had a fierce look in their eyes! The intention was clear, they wanted to get rid of the man in front of them! However, they didn't even have a chance to take out the daggers they always carried with them. The trash can next to them started shaking violently! I accidentally flipped it over, and the cloth and some scattered trash on top spread all around, revealing the truth hidden in the trash can!

I’m one more picture away from telling the planner to just shut it for the night. I pick up my smoothie cup and take the final slurp from the bottom. The slurping sound is too loud in my quiet room. I stand up to throw the empty cup in the trash can. As I’m leaning over to drop it in, a faint sparkle steals my attention. It’s the diamond necklace, lying right on top of the other trash. It’s still glistening, even in the trash can. I stand for a few seconds just to look at it. A weary, tired smile moves my lips.

He will listen if he hears money. "Now I understand," he thought. "The flower. It's the treasure itself. It's not the pile of gold or a variety of jewelry but the flower. The flower is the treasure." I knew it. "Hurry up in there!" He demands drastically from Mordecai, who is trying to remove the glass case from the column. "I want my treasure!" I hear a screeching sound of a cutting tool. Oh my god! Eddie is going to destroy it. "Eddie, no! Mordecai, stop what are you doing!" I yell at him.

Caption: [Love can overcome anything, and love is worth enduring anything. The comments? Filled with admiration. [A man this handsome right in front of you, and you didn't make a move? Are you sure you're into men?] [Exactly! If he were in front of me, I'd take care of his injuries too—just... in a different way.] Vivian, smug as ever, replied: [What's the rush? Sooner or later, he'll be mine.] Then, someone casually dropped a video. [Wow, what a coincidence! I saw you two that night!]

I asked him. “The treasure has become scattered. Retrieve it.” I went into the tunnel and began collecting up the gold. What appeared to be a small scatter was misleading. There was a king’s ransom of coins and gemstones dislodged from the main pile. I gathered the pieces into my skirt. It seemed irreverent to simply pour the coins and stones onto the pile and I kept an eye on the golden-haired man as I did so. He did not look up from his book. The noise of them falling was impressive.

The waiter felt a little uneasy, sensing a violation of privacy while rummaging through someone else's luggage. "What's wrong? If someone abandons their belongings for three days, it means they don't want them anymore. Let me ask you this: if you throw a watch into the trash can, does that mean no one else can pick it up through the trash?" "Mr. Cheshire, you're certainly not scavenging," the waiter muttered, glancing at him furtively. After all, their employer was the second heir of the infamous Cheshires, literally born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

“Help me look for bracelets that look like this. There are ten of them, don’t miss a single one!” “Got it.” They quickly squatted next to him and rummaged through the trash with him. They rummaged through the pile of garbage as much as three times to no avail. They could not even find a single bracelet. One of them was about to throw up from the smell of garbage. He probed cautiously. “Master Stockton, are you sure those bracelets are here?” His colleague immediately added, "We’ve searched so many times already, we would have found at least one by now if they were here.”

I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down… However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage. I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can. Clang! The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time. Our eyes met. The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground. "Kayden?" The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile. "What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"