"Do you know why I bring you here? You can't be thinking that I brought you here because I needed a doctor…"
Megan looked up in panic. She didn't know why Ivan said that. Did he have another purpose for bringing her here?
She knew this man didn't like her. She could even tell that he hated her. She just couldn't figure out why…
"Mr. Hendrix…"
"That's enough," Ivan stopped her impatiently, "You hate Kinsley and you want to leave, right?" He asked her.
Megan nodded hastily, "Yeah…"
"You need my help, right? Why should I help you? Give me a reason."
Megan could only stare at the man before her blankly.
"Who are you to me to ask my help? For example," Ivan arched an eyebrow as he inquired. Somehow, he was expecting to hear her answer.
Who was her to him?
Megan felt a bit dizzy
