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 salary?”

I want two hundred dollars a day!” Hank replied.

and I’ll pay you for

in hand. “With

smile froze. It was indeed

week. The studio business wouldn’t make that much in the beginning.

on him right now.

for the salary. You just have to take care of our food, housing, and transportation. We have computers now, so we don’t have

go back on my

I’ll be back tonight.” Carlisle got up and walked out of the room, leaving

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a cool silhouette behind..

figure. He was more and more convinced that Carlisle was someone who could make a

returned to campus. As he approached the campus gate, he received a message from

a

“Sure!”

to the convenience store and bought two bottles of mineral water. Just as he was about to

store with two

They looked tipsy.

didn’t ask for the change

put his hand up to stop Carlisle. His breath smelled of

“For a friend.”

expression darkened. “They’re for Wanda, right?”

them shoved Carlisle. “Didn’t we talk about this last night? Have you

a chat, shall we?” the other one said

Carlisle’s shoulder.