“Actually,” Magnus said, as he looked at Gustav’s direction. “I can give you a job right now.”
“Really?” Claire was surprised. She meant what she said earlier. She’s not going to accept any money from the Winstons in any form after her deal with Gustav. But if she got an offer like these…
“That is, if you decide not to get off my car.”
“What?”
“This car is heavily tented. My dear cousin will never know that you’re here. I can just tell him that you jump off my baby ‘cause you hate him that much.”
She give him a dead pan look. “I am no suicidal. Please… He’ll never believe that.”
Magnus laughed. “Is that so? Well…” His hands tapping on the streeing wheel. “How about this? You stay in this car. I’ll relay your message.”
“And what is that “message of mine” if I may ask?” Her brows ar
