Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 7 What Do You Give Me Money For?

When I woke up the next day, it was already nine of the clock in the morning. Vincent had already left.

On the table beside him was a new set of clothes with a card on them.

I rubbed my aching temples and tried to sit up. It was as if my body had been dismembered, and my

limbs ached greatly. There was a bruise on my right hand caused by Vincen't handcuffs.

I raised my hand and looked at the bruises on my wrist. The first thing that came to mind was how to

explain it to Christopher. Although Christopher did not have much experience, he was not a fool. The

bruises on my wrist were so obvious. It would be strange if he did not suspect me!

"Bastard! Pervert!" I cursed Vincent a hundred times in my heart. I really hoped that he would die in a

car accident at this moment!

I got up to take a shower and looked at myself in the mirror. Then I noticed that I was covered with all

sorts of kiss marks that Vincent had put on me. Those bright red spots on my snowy white skin were

especially noticeable, which confused me even more. I could find a more reliable reason for the bruises

on my wrist, but how could I explain the red dots on me?

I did not know how many times Vincent had f*cked me last night because I'd fallen asleep later in a

daze, but I could still feel my body being manipulated by him. My mind was too chaotic so I could not

remember anything.

This guy must have left the mark on purpose, and marks were so ugly.

I sat on the bed, annoyed. I looked up and saw the clothes and the card on the bed. He had left me the

money and the card on purpose. Although I did not know how much it was, I suddenly felt sick when I

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Maybe it was the first time we went to bed for money, but it was under the premise of saving

Christopher when I really had no way out. But this time, what did he mean?

I was here to end my relationship with him. He knew it. Now he's trying to force the money into my

hands. What the hell was he up to?"

I picked up the card, but there was a piece of paper under it, which was left by him. "I'll give you a day

off today, and you'll continue to work tomorrow!"

His tone was still so unreasonable. "I already quit my job, but you still want to go to the hell work?"

Besides, if I continued to work in the company, would I be harassed by him continuously?

I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. I put on my clothes and went outside.

The skirt could not block the places I needed to block at all. The bruises on my wrists and the kisses on

my neck were so obvious that I felt like a thief as I walked out. Even when I was trying to get a cab

back, the driver in the car kept looking at me with a strange look in the rearview mirror.

When I passed by the bank, I got out of the car and checked the money in the card. The password was

still the same as before. The money was actually 500,000 dollars. The 500,000 dollars may be a piece

of cake for people like Vincent, but it was not a small amount for me.

"But I still cannot take this money, because if I take it, I am really admitting that I have sold myself.

Although it is the first time I have an inappropriate relationship with Vincent because of money, this time

I tell him it's over, so I can't take this money."

I returned home trembling, not daring to call Christopher before he came home. I wanted to take

advantage of the fact that Christopher was in the habit of sleeping late at night to go home secretly and

change. The moment I opened the door, however, all I saw was an empty house.