"Here," Dylan said, then placed a check on the table in front of her. Maezhei raised her head, glanced at the check on the table, then she looked at Dylan without emotions in her eyes.
"What's that?" she asked, confused.
"Ten million dollars," he answered.
"Why are you giving me that?" she coldly asked.
"Zhei, don't do anything that you will regret."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Give up the role of 'Ultimate Love'," he ordered.
Maezhei put down her phone and looked at him with a disingenuous smile. "Oh? Tell me, did Silica ask you?"
Dylan went silent.
So, she was right. It's her again! F*ck.
"Zhei, it's not like that. We only want what's best for you---" she cut him off.
"Best for me? Or best for her?" she said sarcastically.
It seemed that Dylan was worn out of patience and
