Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 83

Carlisle’s eyes lit up with excitement. It was as if someone had given him a pillow while he was tired.

He had been discussing the gold farming process with Heath and the others earlier.

He hadn’t expected Heath to remember everything he had said and even to contact his old classmate.

Carlisle dialed the number on the note.

“Who’s this?” a hoarse voice answered from the other end.

“Hello, I’m Carlisle, and I’m…”

“Oh, you’re Carlisle, huh? How much can you pay me every month?” The voice interrupted.

The person on the phone seemed to know why Carlisle was calling and didn’t wait for him to finish before asking about his salary.

“Did Heath tell you about my account farming business?”

“He did. I can get you whatever you need.”

Carlisle’s tone became indifferent as he said, “I don’t like dealing with people who brag.”

“I won’t take a penny from you if I were lying!” Hank replied in a similarly cold manner.

He felt that Heath’s friend had no respect for him. If it weren’t for Heath, he would have hung up by now.

He made thousands of dollars a month selling cheats on the forums. There was no need for him to cater

to anyone.

smiled. “What’s your ideal

same as everyone else. I want two

today, and I’ll pay you for a day’s work.”

Heath looked at him worriedly, cigarette in hand. “With four people in the studio,

froze. It was

five thousand six hundred dollars a week. The studio business

him right

cigarette into an empty beer bottle and suggested, “Let’s switch to monthly payments for the salary. You just have to take care of our food, housing, and transportation. We

the money. I’ll never go

I’ll be back tonight.” Carlisle got up and walked

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a cool silhouette

more and more convinced that Carlisle was someone who could make a fortune. Staying by his side

approached the campus gate, he received a message from

me a bottle of

“Sure!”

store and bought two bottles of mineral water.

the store with

They looked tipsy.

dollars and didn’t ask for the change before

hand up to stop Carlisle. His breath smelled of alcohol. “You got

“For a friend.”

darkened. “They’re for

“Didn’t we talk about this last

chat, shall we?” the other

Carlisle’s shoulder.