Chapter 1176 Two Thousand Fucking Dollars:>Ep2

• While he folded and back pocketed the cash, she graciously pulled him by his arm from the large hallway into her tastefully and luxuriously decorated living room, and gestured to the deluxe velvet sofa that he should take a seat.
• "Would you like a drink? Wine? Champagne? Anything stronger?" she asked him cheerily, looking over her shoulder as she click-clacked her way to her nearby antique minibar. "I've got pretty much everything, really."
• "Uhm...a beer?" he asked as he installed himself.