He let out a cold laugh and spoke in a deep voice, "Does Miss Qiao really naively think that nothing in this world comes without a cost?"
"Anything...?"
Qiao Mo felt a sudden pang in her heart as she met his inscrutable dark eyes, leaving her momentarily dazed.
Mysteriously, she detected a hint of hatred, as cold as if someone had gripped her throat tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he withdrew his gaze indifferently, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed, allowing Qiao Mo to breathe again...
She lowered her eyes and involuntarily recalled the scene from a few days ago, his face covered in blood...
She didn't know if she would have had the courage to smash that ashtray back then if she had known the consequences of offending him.
Fine, didn't he just want her?
Qiao Mo looked at him and spoke softly, "As long as... as long as I'm willing, Mr. Fu will offer the fifty million, right?"
