Chapter 1591 One Million
After hearing those words, Aubree finally got up and opened the door.
With an arm outstretched, she rudely said, “Give me the things, and you can leave now.”
A lecherous-looking young man stood at the doorway, sizing her up.
His eyes lit up when he saw her face and figure.
Aubree narrowed her eyes and urged him in displeasure, “Are you deaf? Hurry up and give it to me!”
“Ms. Pearson, I think there are some details I need to confirm with you.”
He curled his lips into a malicious smile and waved the documents in his hand at her but showed no inclination to hand her the file.
Aubree's facial expression turned grim. “We can speak here.” Someone as lowly as he is not qualified to enter my room.
That man's eyes glinted coldly when he took in the apparent disdainful look on her face. The next second, he stepped forward and pulled the door open.
Naturally, Aubree's strength was no match for him. She was almost dragged out of the room following the outward swing of the door.
“What are you doing?” She glared at that man.
He had already stridden past her and swaggered into the room.
“Ms. Pearson, I know you used to be the daughter of the Pearson family and look down on hooligans like us. However, you need to understand our statuses are almost the same now. You'll need my help to deal with plenty of matters now that you're living abroad.”
Right after saying that, he sat down on her bed.
Right after saying that, he sat down on her bed.
Aubree's room was pitifully small. Her room had only a bed, and not even a couch was available.
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