Sir Ares, Goodnight

The man smiled. "Seems like I've rescued a scoundrel. You would've been dead if it weren't for me."

Angeline glanced nervously at the infusion bag. "Are you giving me fluids this way? Can't you use a stick to support it?" "I'm holding it for you and you still aren't satisfied?" The man looked at Angeline incredulously. "Do you know who I am?"

His expression made it seem as if she should be honored that he was doing anything for her.

"I don't care who you are. To me, you're the perpetrator. You should take responsibility for injuring me."

The man curled his lips upward as he said aggravatedly, "It was you who came crashing toward my car. You even damaged the headlights on my car. You need to pay me back."

Angeline said, "I don't have money, but I do have a life. You can take it if you want."

The man smiled when he realized that she had some bite in her. "Oh, nevermind. You can't afford my car's headlights. All you need to do to pay me back is to stay at my house and tend to my plants." Angeline immediately refused. "I don't know how to Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

tend to plants. How much do the headlights cost? I'll pay you back."

The man knitted his brows together. "No one has ever bartered with me. You won't be able to afford the headlights."

"Don't underestimate anyone."

raised a finger. Angeline burst into laughter

man shook his

in from that dumpy logo. The entire car might not even cost 100,000 dollars, but you're asking

face grew ugly. "Did you just call

design of the car itself is even

"Alright.

"1,000 dollars. At most."

Headlights that had cost several million dollars to make were reduced to not even a fraction

need to

The man was frustrated.

Could she not tell that his precious car was made

Is there anything to eat?" Angeline was so hungry that

shouted,

curly-haired woman