Chapter 202: Trap_2

But when she turned around and saw his indifferent face, her heart fluttered with anxiety,

Even if it wasn't real, the joy he gave her couldn't be replaced by anyone else. All the money she had, simply came from serving men and sacrificing her dignity. Using that money to buy another man to serve her, what's wrong with that? Life is short; can she take all that money into her coffin? If she doesn't enjoy it, how can she bear all the pain she's endured over these years?

Thinking of this, she turned around, nestled into his arms, and whispered, "I never said I wouldn't lend you money. Why are you angry? Truly, do you like me or do you like my money?"

Both knew the answer well. But it was okay. It was acceptable to be lied to. She didn't want ugly truths; she had plenty of those, too many, in fact, to bear. She just wanted sweet lies now.

And Mayer Robinson's greatest virtue was that he always knew what to say and when to say it.