"I'm just speaking the truth. Now the whole of Falling City knows you're a joke, Miss Howards," Grant Lang said. "Your parents are drowning in debt, your family's assets have all been mortgaged to the bank, and soon enough, you'll probably have to take the bus to get around."
Francine Howards raised her hand in anger, intending to slap him, but he intercepted it with ease.
"Resorting to violence already? Have you considered that I might be able to help you?" Grant Lang said with a smile, his hand lingering on hers with a certain suggestiveness.
Francine was taken aback. "You can really help me?"
"That depends on what you're willing to sacrifice," Grant Lang replied.
Disgust flickered in Francine's eyes. Although the man in front of her was not bad-looking and had some status in certain circles, she always looked down on him for his lowly origins, aware that he harbored feelings for her. She had always thought he was like a toad lusting after a swan.
