"She can actually call the cops on me? She's not that type of person."
"So, you know who she is, then?" Caroline leaned in with a teasing grin. "Who is she?"
"Would you even know her if I told you?" Casper clearly didn't want to discuss it with Caroline. Annoyed, he closed his eyes. "You should head back. Let Dillon stay with me."
"Alright, get some rest."
She was getting bored here anyway.
After Caroline left, Casper sat up in bed. His eyes locked onto Dillon, who was standing respectfully nearby.
"Do you have Valerie's contact info? Like, her cell number?"
Dillon looked a bit surprised, cautiously replying, "Mr. Casper, you want Ms. Valerie's contact info... is there something you need?"
"Don't play dumb."
Dillon: ...
Completely baffled, "Mr. Casper, I honestly don't know."
"I slept with her, shouldn't I take responsibility?" Casper looked at his assistant as if he were an idiot. "What, when you sleep with women, it doesn't mean anything?"
"Mr. Casper, I don't just sleep around with women."
Dillon hurriedly waved his hands, indicating his chastity.
"If she doesn't want to marry me, then give her money."
He had discussed this with Valerie before. She was probably too angry to name a price. After thinking it over, he decided to let Dillon handle it.
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