Chapter 58 A Match Made in Heaven: Talent and Beauty
Rupert Washington had an air of malevolence about him.
His figure was tall and straight, but his head was slightly tilted, looking at people with a sidelong glance.
There was also a mysterious, chilling smile on his face.
He resembled an ancient, bloodthirsty yet battle-hardened, deranged general.
The clerk felt a chill down his spine.
It was unsettling.
But then he thought, no matter how good-looking these two were, and no matter how much charisma and presence they exuded, they were ultimately just ordinary folks.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
So the clerk mustered up his courage and said, "No matter what you say, the result is still the same. Don't struggle anymore. Just pay Jonas Owen's medical expenses."
