Christian laughed at my shocked expression. His smirk was psychedelic.

"Exactly, I don't want it either. I don't like this kind of woman. What's more, you think you're worth it? You're so conceited."

To be honest, I felt pretty good seeing Miranda's wimpy look at this moment.

She was the director's daughter, the darling of St. Louis Hospital. She used to be so confident, but now she was so timid.

But Watson couldn't get three million. And we can't cut off his hand. I instantly thought of the TV shows that deal with gamblers who can't get their money, and I felt shocked.

I really wasn't sure Christian could do...