Margaret's gaze suddenly fell onto a bottle of sour plum shake from the Emperor Hotel in the car.
"Did you send these shakes to the crew?" Margaret raised her eyebrows and asked.
"Yes, are you going to repay me with your body?" Charleston said and kissed her forehead.
As expected, it was him.
That's right. Among all the people she knew, no one was but Charleston was this rich.
"Many people from the production team have drunk it. If you ask, I think many of them would repay you with their bodies. If you have trouble picking, I can help you out." Margaret rolled her eyes.
Larry, who was driving in front, could not help but laugh.
Over the years, he had seen so many women trying to seduce Mr. Limbaugh, but none of them dared to do this to him.
"If you don't know how to drive, then I'll send you abroad." Charleston cast a glare at Larry, giving him a casual warning.
Larry immediately kept quiet.
"Unreasonably sending others abroad? You really are a dominant demon." Margaret snorted ironically.
"Demon?" Charleston lifted her chin.
"Let me go." A shade of anger washed over Margaret's pretty eyes.
She really did not know what she did to have provoked this man.
Margaret started blushing again at the thought of the domineering kiss they shared earlier. She felt like she was about to go crazy.
"What are you thinking about that made your face so red?" Charleston asked, amused by how she looked.
Margaret did not answer him. She just struggled to be free from him.
"Are you thinking about me?" Charleston raised his eyebrows and asked.
"No, I'm not." Margaret sulked.
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