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.

your ideal

I want two hundred dollars a day!”

and I’ll pay you for a

hand. “With four people in the studio,

smile froze. It was indeed

a day meant he was losing five thousand six hundred dollars a week. The studio business wouldn’t make that much in the beginning. Not to mention that he had less than five

him right

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

go back

be back tonight.” Carlisle got

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a cool silhouette behind..

Carlisle’s leaving figure. He was more and more convinced that Carlisle was someone who could make

As he approached the campus gate, he

you bring me a

“Sure!”

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

Mike entered the store with two of his

They looked tipsy.

dollars and didn’t ask for the change before getting ready

Carlisle. His breath smelled of alcohol.

“For a friend.”

“They’re for Wanda, right?”

talk about this last night? Have you forgotten?”

chat, shall we?” the other one

Carlisle’s shoulder.