Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Evan didn’t understand what her gaze meant. He furrowed his brows and looked at her in puzzlement. “You have nothing to say? Because I’ve exposed you?”

“Well, I have nothing to say to you, but you owe me money.”

Evan didn’t get what she meant.

Nicole put her hands out and demanded angrily, “Pay me for my translation service!”

Oh? So she’s asking me to pay her back.

It’s only a few thousand. Is she that desperate?

Why did she insist on moving out, then? She needs money to rent a house!

“You can afford rent, right? The money is nothing to you.”

“Even if I can afford to buy an airplane, you need to pay me the money! I earned it myself, so you must pay me,” Nicole demanded.

She knew it would be hard to get the money from him after she had moved out.

Besides, she didn’t want to return and see him with Sylphiette.

She decided it was time to go on their separate ways.

Evan gazed at her wordlessly for a long time before commenting, “You look like a shrew when you’re asking for money.”

a scum when you refuse

faint smirk. He turned and left

to give

forward and stopped him from

Mr. Seet, are

will! Can’t you

continued on his

and mused, Is he going to bring me

I’ll wait

foolishly for over half an hour before

rushed to his room, but he had already driven to his

he left? That

to wait for real! Damn, I’ve wasted half an

Nicole nagged all the way back to the rear house and

calmly at the news. She knew Evan didn’t like her, and she hated Sylphiette, too.

She pouted

food and made a wreath for her. If I leave, I can’t be with Daddy

“If you

But he also thought it was a pity for her to

you really

Will I leave him?