“Argh!”
Charlotte held onto her head as the pain brought tears to her eyes.
Zachary smirked. “Continue, what happened with your boss?”
“It hurts. The pain is killing me. Boohoo…” Charlotte pursed her lips and answered with an innocent tone, “Are you taking revenge for what happened last night? I know I was wrong…”
“Why were you wrong?” Zachary asked.
“I shouldn’t have sold you to the three rich ladies…” Charlotte replied in remorse. “Luckily, you escaped. Or else, you may have puked blood and died.”
“That’s unlikely!” Zachary grunted coldly.
“Why not? The three ladies put together weigh over seven hundred pounds. Their weight alone is enough to kill you.” Charlotte seemed to have found her conscience. “If you’re dead, who is going to earn money for me? I won’t force you next time. Let’s just do this slowly in a more sustainable way…”
“I’m glad you’ve found your conscience.” Zachary was finally satisfied.
“Erm, how much did your sugar mommy give you a month?” Charlotte asked nosily. “Given that she gifted you such an expensive car, I’m sure she must be very generous.”
“Why are you asking?” Zachary had a bad feeling about it.
“I’m just curious.” Charlotte probed, “Is it one million?”
Zachary ignored her.
“Eight hundred thousand?” Charlotte guessed again.
Zachary furrowed his eyebrows.
“Five hundred?” Charlotte became desperate. “She can’t be that stingy, can she?”
“What do you want?”
“Do you still remember the contents of our agreement?” Charlotte leaned closer with a grin. “The agreement states that you have to pay me half your earnings within three months. And the earnings don’t just include those from Sultry Night…”
“I knew it!” Zachary squinted his eyes in displeasure. “You are both greedy and a nymph. You just can’t change…”
I shouldn’t have softened my stance against her.
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