Chapter 6 He Wants to Shred Her to Pieces Slowly
- When Darius saw Charlotte standing by the door, he instantly knew she had regretted it, and he despised her even more. Try to play hard to get with me? Hmph, what an overreach.
- Charlotte instantly shot wide awake. Since she had come to beg Darius, she naturally spoke with a hint of flattery. "Good morning, President Leynthall."
- "Not as good as yours." With that, he opened the door and went about his morning routine. He sat at his desk, switched the computer on, then flipped through some documents.
- "Do you need something from me?" Darius asked unconcernedly.
- Charlotte heard the hoarseness in his voice and instantly remembered that he hadn't used an umbrella when he went out into the rain the night before. "Are you having a cold, President Leynthall? You have to drink plenty of water. Do you have any medicine with you?"
- Getting wet in the rain wasn't something to be bothered with, but it wasn't something to overlook either. Once, Charles braved the rain and worked overtime at the construction site only to end up bed-ridden for days in the end.
- "Get straight to the point." Impatience laced Darius' voice, for Charlotte's care was nothing but feigned sincerity in his ears.
- "President Leynthall, does what you said yesterday still count?" Charlotte bit the bullet.
- "What did I say?" Darius didn't even bother to look up.
- Is he just playing dumb, or has he really forgotten? she thought.
- "You asked me to marry you," answered Charlotte with a trembling voice.
- "Oh, this? What about it?" Darius pretended as though he had just remembered it.
- Charlotte had already expected him to put on airs when she came back and begged him, but there was nothing she could do even if he did, for the ball wasn't in her court anymore. Now, Darius was the butcher, and she was the meat on his chopping board.
- "Do you still need someone to be your wife?" She tried to make her voice as coquettish as possible, and of course, Darius caught it.
- "I do." He lit a cigarette and leaned leisurely against his chair, staring at Charlotte.
- "I hadn't given it a good thought when you asked me about it yesterday. However, I've reconsidered it, and I think it's plausible." She held back her humiliation.
- However, in Darius' eyes, she was just being pretentious.
- "I do need a wife, but how do you know I haven't already found someone else?" he retorted.
- "What?" Anxiousness laced Charlotte's eyes as she hurriedly thought of a plan B. If Darius is a dead-end, where else can I get money?
- She thinks she's the lion tamer, but now she's in its belly. Is this all she has? Huh, already flustered when I thought she was all confident, Darius thought to himself when he saw her expression.
- After a moment of silence, Darius spoke up. "Why did you suddenly change your mind? I remember you telling me you have a boyfriend."
- "You said I could make demands. I need money, and you want to make your grandfather happy. We'll each get what we want, and I like to think this is an adequate reason."
- "Fine. You're straightforward." Darius curved his lips up into an ambiguous smile. "Can I know why someone as young as you needs the money?"
- Charlotte pondered before answering. If I say my mom's critically ill, he'll surely find out about me constantly asking for leave, and I might not get to stay in NeoEast any longer. Since I've already lied about having a boyfriend, I might as well continue using it.
- "I'm sure you know how expensive the house prices are in Wimbourn nowadays; they are six-seventy thousand per square feet. My boyfriend and I will have to starve ourselves for two hundred years before we can afford a residence. Yesterday, he told me that he'd be interning in a different town. Thus, I want to use this time to earn a bit of extra money and surprise him when he returns." Charlotte was a pretty skilled liar, for she didn't break a sweat.
- "Will your boyfriend agree to this?" Darius pressed on.
- "Of course not. I will hide it from him and take it to my grave with me."
- "How much do you want?" Darius continued to ask coldly.
- "How much can you give?" Charlotte returned to her righteous self again.
- Darius had wanted to just say five million, but since she wanted to earn money so badly, plus he was already even more disdainful of her this time around, he didn't want her to get it so easily now. Instead, he wanted to shred her to pieces slowly.
- "You'll get a basic pay of one million. Also…" he said inattentively. "There will be other detailed provisions. I'll give you a written contract with performance assessments attached later. Anyhow, you can earn five million a year from me. Stay for a full two years, and I'll give you a house."
- Charlotte was stumped. Five million a year? Is it really that easy to earn money from him?
- "Deal. Let's exchange contacts then. If you have anything, you can just text me."