Shirley lowered her head in fear and didn't say a word. She didn't need to answer. Charlie could get her answer from her movements and expression.
There was inexplicably a surge of anger in his heart.
He stood up and looked down at her, who was covering her body with a quilt, and then he said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you anymore. I just drank too much last night. In order to compensate you, there are 80 thousand dollars on this card. Take it."
He put the bank card on her quilt.
She stared blankly at the card. She shook her body slightly, and the card slowly fell onto the bed along with the quilt.
Her meaning was very clear. She didn't want money.
There was a trace of anger in his eyes. He snorted coldly with a stiff face and said, "Get up soon. I'll take you to sc
