The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even as Bode spoke, he was winking repeatedly at Lydia. "Everyone knows that Claude Dresden is the king of West Zamri. No one would ever disrespect you—"

"Fuck off!"

Claude kicked Bode away right then and slapped Lydia violently across the face.

Even as Lydia screamed and dropped limply to the floor, clutching her cheek, Claude spat on the floor.

"Fuck..." he growled coolly, his face contorted with rage as he grabbed Lydia by the hair. "I'm a customer! And I bought million dollar cars! Your commission would be worth tens of thousands, if not more, right?! And you're telling me that's not worth your first time?!

"I thought you were just playing hard to get, but you're clamming up completely! What's your problem? And you know what? I will send my boys to Zamri Hospital right now and drag your father out of his ward! You'd better believe it!"

Lydia's face turned pale, and she kept pleading repeatedly, "No... No! Please, don't do this!"

so far as to investigate her family, even finding out that her

her measly salary that was keeping her father alive, and she had

father was thrown out,

no way Lydia would abandon him, as he had

my room

asked, "M-Mr. Dresden?

she makes me feel good tonight. I'll buy it in cash tomorrow if she does, but if

off, snorting

and Bode promptly

him, Lydia! That's your last chance,

many other girls who want to sleep with Claude! He's the heir of the Dresden

head as she listened to her supervisor and colleague harangue her. Eventually and after some thought, she picked up the room card from the