Chapter 1989 One Hundred Thousand

• “He won’t,” Gerson said with absolute certainty. “Mr. Howell has had plenty of women, yet I’ve never heard of him killing anyone. He won’t start with you. We live under the rule of law. If he killed you, he’d pay with his own life. You’re afraid. Don’t you think he’s afraid, too?”
• “Even if I survive, I’ll only be half-alive!” The memory of fresh pain made Rosemarie tremble uncontrollably. “In any case, I’m never seeing him again—over my dead body!”
• “Rosemarie, think this through,” Gerson said, face darkening. “Just now, Mr. Howell told me his assistant will arrange a mansion for you. A man of his standing staffs his mansions with servants, a driver, a gardener—everything. Once you move in, you’ll be the lady of the house, waited on by an entire team. The walk-in closet alone is bigger than our whole place, and he’ll give you a bank card. Spend whatever you like. You could never attain a life like that on your own, not in a lifetime. All you have to do is nod, and it’s yours. Are you really going to walk away?”