Salute To The General

Chapter 853 You Think You Are Worthy Enough To Make Me...

Jarelle Zinke suddenly grew pale. She stared at Declan Roger and spat out her words, one after the other, "Declan, is this pig real or fake?"

Declan's sweat was starting to roll down his forehead, "Jarelle, |..."

Keller Lillard explained, "This golden pig was indeed a craft that was ordered by Sir Roger. As per his request, he had made the pig out of a gold alloy with a low percentage of actual gold content. The total price of this model is a hundred and thirteen thousand."

"Sir Roger, you have only paid us the thirty thousand for the deposit. Please do remember to pay us the remaining one-hundred thousand that you still owe us!”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Not only was the golden pig from Declan fake, rather, the pig had not even been paid for, in full. Everyone was murmuring that Jarelle's rich boyfriend only knew how to put on a flashy show. Jarelle glared at Declan, she repeated, "The pig is fake?"

Declan's face flushed red, and his sweat was all over him. He stuttered, "Listen to me, Jarelle..." "The pig is fake?"

"THE PIG IS FAKE?"

off a cliff by Jarelle. He finally blew his top in shame, "So what if it's fake? That doesn't change the fact that | have already spent a few thousand on it! And |

your own vanity? Well, let me tell you one thing! | did all of this just for you

have already been together for one month and we haven't even slept together once. Now,

words and started to tremble in rage,

at Declan in disbelief, "| can't believe the goody-two-shoes you were was just an act you'd put on to get inside my pants! So this is who

He sneered, "You seek fame and glory while | crave for your body. Isn't that a

| am going to

words. He was utterly flabbergasted. Jarelle Zinke was trembling, with

this place immediately! | never

seemed to be totally unaffected, "Alright, I'll just go! Why get yourself so

with you, | would've never spent so much time

too bad that | have wasted a couple hundred thousand on you. Won't it be easier if | just pay for a

rusty down there. You'd just wanted me to

spat at Jarelle's feet before he stormed off the

that he just had. He pointed at Roger and muttered shakily, "This s...son of

tears in her anymore. She burst into