Chapter 72 – It depends on what kind of bed it is

"Don't worry. I will pay handsomely for every time it happens," Alex said seriously, increasing the wedge between them, just as Joanna thought they might become friends.

Why did it feel rather insulting to her? Did she look as if money was all she cared about, or was it a way for him to clear his conscience? Joanna thought to straighten things between them.

"Alex, I'm not a sex worker. All I want from this deal is my mother's shares, but grandpa making it possible for me to get the company isn't bad. Please don't add a price to a favor next time, or you won't like what I'll do."

Alex was impressed, taking her silent warning seriously, but then he reminded her.

"You know how emotions could get entangled." He was not naïve and was speaking from experience, but Joanna laughed bitterly and retorted,

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak."

She was confident not to get entangled in this emotional façade, though Alex struggled to believe it.