"No, no. I swore that I would not do it again for the rest of my life. I would rather die..." Shaking her head in fear, she refused to sell her body. But before she could finish speaking, she heard Ronald's lazy voice from above her head, "It's indeed a bad deal. Spending one billion to buy a butler is not worthy."
"Huh?" What did he mean by that?
"Butler...?" Did she misunderstand him? Elizabeth looked at him in a daze.
"What else do you want to do?" Ronald replied with a question deliberately.
Elizabeth realized that she had thought too much, thus she went red as a beetroot in embarrassment immediately.
"Put the ice on your eyes, and then get someone to bring the lunch for me."
With that, Ronald returned to the living room.
Elizabeth pressed the ice bag against her burning face.
