Chapter 18 Incompatible
- "No, no, no. Money isn't the issue."
- She saw the anxiety in the man's eyes, and suddenly felt like getting up to some mischief. Thus, she leaned over slightly, propping her soft body on the man's shoulder. Her charming eyes were lightly raised, and her slender smooth white fingers slowly swirled the red wine in the wine glass.
- "After all, how can it ever be an issue of money between you and me?"