Jerome paid no attention to the short-haired woman’s screaming and instead kept his burning gaze fixed on Cheyenne’s face.

Her fair face flushed with anger, adding two cherry-red blushes to her cheeks that made her look even more delicious.

Then, the beautiful woman smiled sweetly and reached into her bag to pull out a stack of bills, which she stuffed into Jerome’s hand.

Her slender fingers caressed his shoulder slowly and seductively as she spoke in a low voice. “How about I pay you $100,000 for one night? Your looks are much better than those gigolos I’ve seen before.”

Jerome was annoyed by the comparison and furrowed his eyebrows. “They can’t compare to me!”

“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I can cum seven times a night. Want to try it? It won’t cost you anything.” Suddenly he grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it as Cheyenne looked on in shock.

“Smack!” The loud slap made everyone break out in cold sweat, especially the short-haired woman who stared at Cheyenne with wide eyes. “You…you dare!”

Jerome’s face bore clear finger marks. This was the first time that he had ever been beaten.

Lifting her head, the man pressed his lips together and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Baby, your palms are so soft. Slapping me on the face feels strangely sweet.”

Damn, could this guy be into BDSM?

Cheyenne gazed at him like he was a pervert. “You’re nuts. No more talking.”

“Hmm?” Jerome watched as Cheyenne ran back to her car and drove away.

He smiled. “Tom, write down that license plate number and find out who that woman is.”

“Mr. Witt, are you looking for revenge?” Tom asked cautiously, already imagining the woman’s misery.

Don’t hurt her,”

the face. Jerome found himself quite

this,’ he

cake for her grandfather. It wasn’t until she was almost at

a middle-aged woman selling cotton candy on the side of the road and suddenly had an idea. “Ma’ma, can

“Sure thing.”

as she watched sugar turn into fluffy clouds through a small hole in a metal

until it became a big white ball, which was then

from school when she was in elementary school.

been three years since she last saw her grandfather

brought endless bitterness to

your order is ready,” said the

the cotton candy and concealed her emotions. She took out a hundred dollars from her bag and put it in the box where the woman collected money. Then she silently

easy; they had to wake up early and work late just to earn a few bucks. Plus, city management was strict too – they had to hide here and there just so that they could make some money

out however little it

distance, Chris saw an incredibly beautiful woman wearing a black strap dress walking on the pedestrian path with cotton candy in hand under tree shadows. The sunlight shone on her small face as white as pear blossoms; although her eyes were red rimmed, there was still

his breath, “Isn’t that Mrs.

cotton candy like a

a moment,

intentionally inquire about his whereabouts and know that he would

thought of this, Kelvin’s face turned

he wouldn’t let her go

other, Cheyenne seemed not

calm and steady on the road ahead without any pause

gradually into the distance. The woman got into the car and left

Huh?

Ignoring him completely?

This is exactly what Kelvin wanted – Cheyenne finally stopped

Foley…hello, can you hear me?” The

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