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.”

scum when you refuse to give

eyes narrowed into a faint smirk. He

to give

Nicole hurried forward and stopped him

me my money! Mr. Seet,

Can’t

he continued on

looked at his back and mused, Is he going to bring me my

wait

there foolishly for over half an hour before she realized Evan wasn’t going

room, but he had

he left? That

really wants me to wait

it, the more upset she was. Nicole nagged all the way back to the rear house and told the

like her, and she hated Sylphiette, too. She’d rather move out than live

however, was reluctant to leave. She pouted and lowered her head

a wreath for her. If I leave, I can’t be with Daddy anymore. I

“If you want to see your Daddy, Uncle

who nodded at her. But he

you really

Will I leave him?