Young Master Duke had been having a streak of bad luck recently, and now Charlotte Leigh dared to treat him with such disrespect. A flicker of malice flashed through his eyes. "Are you treating me like a beggar?"
Charlotte Leigh scoffed, "Two million isn't a small amount—it's enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for a lifetime. Young Master Duke, don't be so greedy."
"Ha." Duke Blue's gaze lingered on Charlotte's face as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. "Did you think the stuff I handed over last time is all gone? Charlotte Leigh, if you dare play with me, don't think I'm afraid to crush you!"
"You? A stray dog still dreaming of threatening me? Why don't you check if you still have your precious 'stuff'?" Charlotte responded coldly. She wouldn't have let Duke Blue come here without being prepared. From the moment he stepped into her room, she had someone hack into all his accounts and erase everything.
