Chapter 60: You think you can win my favor just with a few bucks _1

Louis King laughed again, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth: "I can compensate."

Suzanne Trent glared coldly. There was no need to be polite when dealing with the kind of posh idiot who had no idea just how privileged they were. She asked, following his lead, "How much compensation?"

"Name your price." Louis King still wore a nonchalant expression as he leaned against her car, his face seeming to say "money isn't important, I'm rather interested in you."

Suzanne had seen this scenario many times before.

Especially overseas, brash and senseless foreigners would see a single mother with a child and try to worm their way into her life, attempting to gain some advantage, even trying to become Abigail Trent's stepfather. Some were overstepping their bounds.