"It seems you really need this money, don't you?" He pulled her into an embrace, trapping her in his arms.
She struggled instinctively.
"What's wrong? So resistant to a little reunion between old lovers? Even if you've forgotten everything from five years ago, you still remember our... intimate encounter half a month ago, don't you?" He leaned in close to her neck and sneered, "Weren't you complaining that one hundred million was only in RMB? How about you let me relive our old dream, have a taste of those sweet little lips of yours, and I'll give you another hundred million?"
Ashley Bowen stopped struggling. Although this one hundred million was just the tip of the iceberg of Jenson Shelby's debt, it was enough to tempt her.
She blinked, and a single, glistening tear escaped from the corner of her eye.
She hated him. She truly hated how he played these games, how he toyed with people and had them in the palm of his hand.
