Chapter 331 Selling Your Body

• It had been two months since I last met Lyle, and right now, he looked disheveled and not as imposing as before. Moreover, perhaps due to his previous injury, his left leg was less agile.
• “Well, well, Mr. Smith. Would you like to have dinner together?” Christopher proposed casually.
• Although Christopher was merely inviting him out of courtesy, Lyle pretended that he couldn't tell the connotation and sat beside me right away. Hence, I pursed my lips and glared at him in disdain.