His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Mr. Casper, you really don't hold back, do you? A million for just a painting?"

She always had disdain for the wealthy and their superiority complex, especially Casper. They thought they could control everything. Casper didn't mind her sarcasm one bit, glancing down at a particular area of himself, "Indeed, I never hold back in other areas, too."

Eliza immediately caught on to his innuendo. She glared at him with disgust. "I'm not the right person for this, Mr. Casper. Maybe you should find someone else."

"Do you think a million isn't enough, Ms. Valerie? Or..." He locked the car and leaned closer, his slender fingers almost brushing her cheek. "... is your appetite so large? Can Aaron even satisfy you?" Eliza turned her face away, dodging his fingers. "Have you always been this disrespectful towards women?"

"If you feel offended, then I truly deserve the harshest punishment."

His tone was teasing and flirtatious, making her stomach churn. He expected her to react angrily, but she just looked at him coolly. "You indeed deserve the harshest punishment."

"My apologies." He quickly pulled back his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "I lost my composure. You look so much like my late wife."

"Using that as an excuse to harass women can't be a first for you, Mr. Casper." Her voice dripped with disdain and contempt.

I am quite selective. Not just any woman catches my eye. I think you don't know

couldn't stand

further conversation. There was nothing to discuss with someone like Casper, whether

the Valerie

you also don't know me very well. I'm not money hungry, and my painting

only to find it still locked. A wave of irritation surged

him, her tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "Mr. Casper, what is the meaning of this? Do I not even have the

Valerie," Casper

"Wouldn't you like to meet my friend? He's very innocent. He clutches a teddy bear all day, calling out for his sister. Sadly, his sister passed

she kept her expression calm. "Are

not helping, I can explain to my innocent friend. However, whether

brows furrowed, and