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.

horrible! He’s even willing to sell out his relatives just to make money.That girl is so unlucky to

to give Tyler sixty percent of the earnings they’d get for

action, and worked on their part

Saturday morning, Tyler

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

you can

never taken part in an interview before.You work at a big company, right? Do you mind accompanying me to the interview? It’ll give me a sense of security and boost

problem.I’m free

anyone in need as long as it was something

from that, she also wanted to see what kind

to ask her about it, she could tell

her and wanted the address

close to the suburbs, and

dilapidated tile roofs,

At the end of the alley,

clutched her bag and asked, "Tyler, can you check the address again? Did we go to the wrong place? I don’t see any hotels around