"These... are the top wines of the store. Ten… ten thousand yuan for each bottle. You broke eight bottles, and the total amount is eighty thousand yuan…." She sobbed, thought for a while, and gritted her teeth, "You just saved me, and I'm supposed to repay you. How about this? You… you pay twenty thousand yuan, and I'll take care of the remaining sixty thousand…."

"Oh, so your chastity is worth twenty thousand." Harold showed an enlightened expression, turned sideways, and asked a cultured bespectacled man, "Eric, what is the price tag for the first night of the headliner here?"

Erik quickly walked up and replied respectfully, "Sir, it's 5,000 yuan."

Harold shrugged regretfully. The implication of his body language was clear, "See? This is how you bite the hand that feeds you."

Brittany had never met such an obstreperous person before. Her face flushed and blanched alternately. She was too ashamed to refuse.

Good lenses, bad frames!

When she first saw him, she thought he was a god from Heaven and an otherworldly nobleman!

Alas! She wanted to poke her own eyes because of her poor perception!

Probably amused by her wry face, he 'kindly' steered the conversation away from the value of her chastity and asked, "Is your wine really so expensive?"

While speaking, he turned over the broken glass with his foot, "It's poor in quality at a glance. It won't be worth more than 250 yuan."

Argh! Brittany clenched her fists frantically and stated righteously, "Sir, every bottle of wine has its certificate of origin. I can show them to you!"

"Small workshops can fabricate that kind of thing in the street. You can have all kinds of certificates." Harold sighed and continued grudgingly, "Fine; I'm actually a softhearted person. I can give you eighty thousand yuan."

Brittany's eyes lit up and gleamed at him.

"But..." He deliberately dragged his voice, keeping her in suspense, "I don't have the habit of carrying cash."

You bet! Who would carry so much cash with him all the time?

She hurriedly picked up the POS machine from the floor, skillfully turned it on, anxious, presented it to the man, and chattered, "Credit card, Alipay, WeChat Pay, or bank transfer. You name it, we'll accept it."

He blinked and smiled innocently, "Is door-to-door collection included?"

"Huh?" Brittany gulped.

"If you want compensation, you should go home with me." Harold folded his arms on his chest and brazenly dropped the bait, "What to do? Will you come or not?"

Brittany itched to shoo him. Then again, 80,000 yuan was not a small amount, and she needed to transfer money to her aunt tomorrow. In such a situation, she couldn't afford any debts!

This man just saved her. Although he was mean, he was not a bad guy like the bald man.

She toughened her scalp. For the sake of money, she was willing to venture even into a tiger's cave!

"Normal door-to-door collection, right? You won't make things difficult for me, right?"

"Of course, you think that I have ulterior motives?" Harold glanced at her chest and twitched his mouth, "Don't worry, I have no interest in your flat chest. I'm not that horny."

Angered by his explicit remark, Brittany almost shouted abuse. If his six fearsome bodyguards were not there, she would definitely rebut…

Whose chest was flat? It was a C cup! C! A real C without silicone! If her chest were flat, no woman would have firm breasts!

This man was terrible!

She huffed but had to suppress his rage. While gritting her teeth, she nodded her head.