Daunted by her sudden anger, the old couple didn't dare to say more but showed no intention of leaving.

Obviously, they still wanted Kira to take the money.

"Mr. and Mrs. Watson, I should get off work and go home. You see, my two kids are still sleeping over there." Kira looked helpless and pointed to Henry and Betty.

Visibly moved, Clyde curled up his lips and looked at her.

The old couple looked guilty but insisted, "Then take it as pocket money for the kids, could you?"

Kira's face was still cold, "They are not short of pocket money. If you really want to thank me, go back home and look after your son. If he relapses, my reputation would be damaged."

Upon hearing that, the old couple took the money back.

Kira urged them coldly, "Go now, we're closing."

The old couple turned away in dejection.

Kira was relieved.

Then there came a derisive deep voice of a man.

"Don't you want to make money badly?"

Kira raised her head and met with his deep eyes.

Somehow annoyed, she glared at him, "I do but don't have a tight budget."

The old couple was local and used to be wealthy, but then their son was suddenly ill. His wife ran away from home with their fortune and kid.

The old couple sold their old house for the treatment of their son.

As much as she loved money, Kira was not heartless.

Angered by Clyde's tone, she glared at him several times, turned around, went to the sofa, and picked up Betty.

Clyde readily picked up Henry and strode to her.

Kira ignored him and gave him a cold shoulder.

Clyde laughed silently and spoke in a low voice, "I have a way that might help you make a lot of money."

Kira slowed down and asked, "What way?"

"Be my wife."

"What?" Kira thought it was her illusion and looked at him with widened eyes.

Clyde lifted his hand, stroked her head, and spoke gently, "Be my wife, you'll own billions of yuan's worth of family fortune."

Kira swore that if Betty was not in her arms, she would definitely kick him in the face!

How dare the damn man touch her forehead!

Kira glared at him viciously, "Clyde! I can stab you to death with a needle!"

Clyde then stroked her cheek, "You look so pretty when you are angry."

Anger got stuck in her throat.

She wanted to kill him!

He curled up his lips, "I'm serious, consider it."

Damn man, would you stop laughing?

Now the sky was studded with stars, so although the street lamps were not bright, she was able to discern his facial expressions.

This man looked so dashing.

Because of his handsome face, her rage was reduced into a squint.

She snorted, walked forward with Betty in her arms, and sulked, "My requirement for my partner is pretty high. If you brag less and do more, I may pay more attention to you."

He was a billionaire?

What a big talk!

In Kira's view, his ex-wife might have gone because of his bragging.

Clyde's eyebrows furrowed.

Did he look so poor?

He strode up and spoke in a low voice, "I'm serious."

The night was quiet and the breeze gentle.

His deep voice was attractive, clear, and pleasant.