“If everything looks good to you, Mr. Florida, the price is fifty thousand pesos. I accept cash or cheque, whichever is more convenient for you,” Emerald said, averting her gaze from Damon’s irritating stare.

“Perfect timing. I brought cash,” he boasted, his smirk widening.

He pulled out a wad of cash, then with a smug grin, said, “Here, take it, Teacher Greene.”

Before Emerald could take the money, Damon flung it into the air. In an instant, it seemed to rain cash in front of her.

Stacey, witnessing the scene, immediately got an idea. She frowned and turned to Damon.

“Mr. Florida, did you commission Emerald's paintings just to insult...