What Clyde had wanted to ask was whether Hannah had a peculiar fondness for pain. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to hurt herself. Since she had employed witchcraft, why not use something more sophisticated?
Hannah grabbed her bag and responded nonchalantly, "I just have a special love for money."
Before getting out of the car, Hannah asked, "Mr. Lawson, any further instructions?"
Clyde shook his head, and Hannah then headed home.
The driver turned around and whispered softly, "Mr. Lawson, she's hinting to you. She loves money, and she hopes you'd offer it proactively."
"No, she doesn't want money."
Clyde closed his eyes, his stern features softening under the streetlights, "She wouldn't go to such lengths just for a little wealth."
"What does she want then? Maybe your love?"
