Billions of Darlings

Chapter 9 give me millions of flowers

Kevin looked back at the driver and asked, “How much?”

The driver thought he wouldn't get the money. Hearing this, he said happily, “$480!”

“Not 48? ! You --” Rachel is about to swear, but Kevin stops her.

“480? Just Die?” Kevin smiled amiably. The next second, he kicked the driver to the ground with his long leg.

The driver screamed and rolled on the ground, wailing, “You hit someone! Come and see, you hit someone! Help!”

Kevin looked at him with a smile and said, “Hit someone? That's lame. Why Don't you kill someone for fun?”

He said, smiling at Rachel as if he thought it was a fun game.

Rachel glances at him, knowing he's trying to scare the driver, but she's too sleepy to cooperate.

“Hurry up, I'm going back to bed,” she said languidly.

But listening to Kevin's evil tone, the driver's heart is a few beat, inexplicably some panic up.

After a while, the security staff of the bar rushed over.

Just when the driver thought he could be saved, the men ran up to Kevin and bowed respectfully. “Kevin, is something wrong? Do you want us to take care of it?”

Still lying on the ground of the driver, pale, want to also know that he is kicked to the bench, originally thought to be able to extort some money.

“I'm-I'm sorry, Young Master. I'm fine now. Can We just let it go? Since you've already called me, I don't want the car money either. Can We just treat it as an offset?”

Kevin didn't even bother to look at him. He just said to the security guard, “This guy is blackmailing me, and he's right in front of your store

This shop is rich children to play, the background is very strong, naturally attach great importance to this aspect of the problem.

“Kevin, don't worry, we'll get you a good result.”

Security personnel finished, then several people crowded up, the driver set up, took away.

Rachel craned her neck a little curiously to see the driver being led into a dark alley, and vaguely heard screams.

“Come on, let's go home.” Kevin put his arm around her, stopping her from watching. It wasn't the kind of thing a little girl like her should know.

The bar valet pulled up with his sports car.

Kevin pulls her into the car, tucks her in, and sits in the driver's seat, listening to the roar of the engine as the streamlined sports car pulls off the bar street.

Rachel fumbled around in the car and clicked her tongue. “Your car, it's expensive, isn't it? What a black sheep.”

Although she does not know cars, but in China, seen too many people play with cars, such as this supercar, how also must be millions of it.

“It's not expensive,” Kevin said, curling his lips. “It's only a few million.”

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. “A few million isn't expensive? Then give me a few million flowers.”

With that, she put her palm in front of him to beg.

Kevin drove with one hand and patted her palm with the other. “Why should I give it to you? Your father is rich too. Ask him for it yourself.”

Cheapskate!

Rachel glanced at him and ignored him.

Soon, the two returned to his high-end apartment.

Kevin pulls into the underground garage and pauses to find the girl's head tilted in a daze as if she were asleep.