Chapter 9 Bargaining!

No, it won't do; she must make sure her little brother's surgery goes smoothly!

"Dr. Fraser, I'll be at the hospital soon. Please wait for me; I'll bring all the costs!" Emily Walker said urgently before hanging up the phone.

Grabbing her bag, Emily took a deep breath and left the room to head to the living room.

As expected, the man from last night's madness was sitting on the living room sofa.

Upon seeing Baron Stuart, Emily immediately thought about last night, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Feeling someone come out, Baron Stuart looked up at Emily, then lowered his gaze and continued reading the newspaper in his hand without saying a word.

Emily took a deep breath, determined to ask for the surgery fees for her little brother from this world-renowned man!

"Young Lord..." For a moment, Emily didn't know how to address the man in front of her, knowing only that people in the outside world seemed to call him this.

Hearing her voice, Baron Stuart looked up, his deep pupils staring at her as the scene from last night flashed swiftly through his mind, causing him to pause, but only for a moment; very soon, his expression showed no trace of any thought.

Baron Stuart remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

Perhaps this matter might be somewhat demeaning, but for her little brother, she had to ask!

"Young Lord, you've seen what you wanted to see, and you slept with me too, so shouldn't you..."

Before Emily could finish speaking, Baron Stuart raised his hand, and a man walked over, handing her a check.

Emily hesitated, accepting the check and saw that it was for 500,000.

Maybe it's true that for other women being sponsored, they only receive a few tens of thousands a month. After all, she had only accompanied him for one night, so 500,000 was already a hefty sum.

However, just the surgery fees for her little brother would amount to 600,000, let alone the future hospitalization fees and medical expenses. Adding all the costs, even though it wouldn't reach a million, at least six or seven hundred thousand would suffice.

"Young Lord, last night was my... first, first night..." Emily's words were somewhat unnatural, her eyelids lowered shyly. Saying this, she wondered if the Young Lord would be willing to give a little more.

Baron Stuart looked up, and his eyes narrowed, wondering if the woman was implying that the money was not enough?

"Clayton Howard."

"Young Master." The man standing next to Emily slightly nodded and looked towards Baron Stuart.

Baron Stuart thought for a moment before asking, "If I were to find a woman at the Night Club, how much would it cost for one night?"

Hearing this, Clayton paused before answering, "According to the Young Master, it should be... a few thousand, I guess." He wasn't very sure, but the general number should be in the thousands, and even then, only a few would be able to command this price for one night.

Hearing this, Baron Stuart looked towards Emily, his face expressionless and cold, as if his gaze was telling her: I already gave you many times more than that.

Meeting his gaze, Emily was momentarily taken aback. Was he comparing her to a woman from a night club?

Thinking about this, Emily felt a flare of anger, suppressing her fury and saying, "Young Lord! I... last night was my... first, first time... If you went to a night club to find a lady, I doubt you'd find someone as pure as me!"

In her final sentence, Emily's tone was resolute, determined to acquire the money for her brother's recovery!

"That's why I gave you 500,000 for one night, not 5,000." The casual tone of the Young Lord made it sound like a matter of course.

"But you had me many times last night!" Emily completely let herself go, thinking if 50,000 a night was a bit too much, they could calculate by the number of times, 20,000 per time!