Chapter 114 Do You Think I Am a Do-Gooder?
"Kristen, do you fucking think I am a do-gooder?
"If I didn't want to sleep with you, why would I give a shit about those things? Don't you know what you owe me?"
Simon was mad.
As the younger son of the Erikson family, Simon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never encountered any difficulties.
All Simon's life, everything went smoothly. The women he wanted always threw themselves at him and no one dared to disobey him.
Kristen was the first exception.
Kristen held the table and walked to the window step by step. She looked back at Simon expressionlessly.
"Mr. Erikson, I can't give you what you want.
"If I were to die, I would probably pay you back."
"Die?"
Simon sneered, "Are you threatening me?
"You want to die just because of this?
"You are just playing hard-to-get so that I will want you more.
"I don't believe that you dare to die. I need proof."