The handsome face bore a brilliant smile but was filled with ruthless sarcasm.
"Are you so short of money?"
Abigail Hemsworth did not confirm or deny, sticking to the wall as she distanced herself from him.
"Mm. In need."
Abigail Hemsworth's indifferent response came to his question, a question she remembered she seemed to have answered once today already.
Having said this, she turned around and left the restroom.
"Money, I'll give it to you. Quit this job."
Travis Miller's icy voice rang out from behind, brooking no debate.
Abigail Hemsworth paused momentarily, then sneered silently:
"Are you proposing to keep me as your mistress? Mr. Customer."
"Customer?"
Travis Miller's brows furrowed at the repeat of the word pair he detested.
Abigail Hemsworth raised an eyebrow, turned to face him, and her brown eyes brimmed with irony, "Otherwise?"
For a moment, Travis Miller's eyes darkened immensely.
Otherwise?
Between them, since three years ago, there was nothing left.
