At My 100th Life Before 18

"Can you lend me ten thousand dollars? I'm working part-time this year. I'll pay you back once I earn more money."

Garry Smith lowered his gaze to the ground, his eyes full of grief and helplessness.

The one standing before him was a beautiful young woman with long flowy hair falling over her shoulders.

Garry was an 18-year-old, and the woman in front of him was Shelly Brooks. The two of them grew up together and were close friends. She was also his first love. The two of them had been in the same class since kindergarten.

They even attended the same university. But Shelly majored in journalism, so she was no longer in the same class as Garry.

"You can go now. I don't have any money to lend you and I don't want to see your face ever again."

There was a sneer on Shelly's face. Her dark brown almond-shaped eyes were full of scorn and disapproval.

Then she turned on her heels, made her way into her family's restaurant, and slammed the door behind her.

A cold voice could be heard from beyond the closed door. "You always do this. Every time you make a mistake, you come to me for money. What do you think I am? Your wallet?"

"No, you must listen to me. This time…"

Garry tried to explain.

"I've had enough!"