My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was indeed beautiful. The human traffickers had never cold someone so beautiful Janet was a white collar worker in the city.

Clearly she had some social experience, so she wasn’t as gullible as those female college students they usually dealt with

"I don’t think we can do anything to her.Besides, we don’t know who she is.It’ll be suspicious if we just walk up to her to strike up a conversation."

The human traffickers were caught in a dilemma.

Seeing that they were about to give up, Tyler replied, "Take it easy.She’s my niece.She’s not wary of me.If I’m around, it’ll be easier to deceive her."

Thanks to his assurance, the human traffickers became hopeful.

They exchanged glances with each other, and then one of them said, "in that case, we should do this as soon as possible.When do you think we can take action?"

Tyler walked on ahead of them, wearing a wicked smile.He had already formulated a plan.

"Let’s talk about the money first, shall we? Since she’s my niece, I want seventy percent of the profits you sell her for."

"Considering how you’re more than willing to sell her off, I don’t think you’re that close to your niece.You don’t even flinch when you say such horrible remarks.It will take us a lot of effort and time to sell her to a willing buyer.Why should we give you that much money?" the freckled man countered with a grin.

even willing to sell out his relatives just to make money.That girl is so unlucky to have an uncle

decided to give Tyler sixty percent of

of action, and

Saturday morning,

that I’ve had time to ponder on your words, I realize that

that.Find a stable job, so that you can pay off

become a hotel security guard, but I’ve never taken part in an interview before.You work at a big company,

free this

in need as long as it was something she could help

also wanted to see what kind of job Tyler

ask her about it, she

her and wanted the address that Tyler sent her and went to a run-down area in

was close to the suburbs, and it wasn’t completely

had dilapidated tile roofs, and

end of the alley, Janet

the address again? Did we go to the wrong place?