Jacques casually picked up a piece of meat from the plate, a faint smile on his lips. "I got hurt saving your son, and all you're offering me as thanks is one meal?"
Sheila frowned, her tone cold. "What else do you want, then?"
Jacques set down his chopsticks, pulled his phone from his pocket, and transferred one million dollars.
Sheila glanced down at the notification on her phone, her expression showing surprise.
"What are you doing?"
Jacques answered bluntly, "This is a year's worth of rent and meal expenses in advance. My arm's healing slowly, so I'm afraid I'll need you to take care of me for a year."
A year?
Sheila couldn't even stand the thought of having him around for a month.
She was about to object, but then she remembered she would soon be heading to Ogrialand.
Jacques
