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"So, what did you want to tell me? Did Mr. Amorsolo give you his full payment already?"
Miura Takumi glared at Zeirenne before flaunting a devilish smirk. "Why? If he did, would you pay twice the amount?"
Zeirenne shook her head. "I'm stinking poor right now. There's not a single penny you can extort from me."
"Money's not the only you thing you can give me."
She crossed her arms around her chest, and gave the psycho a suspicious look. Miura Takumi, as she'd observed, was not a manwhore nor a gigolo. If he was, she would have seen lots of women inside his mansion--but there were none except the maids. As a matter of fact, she felt Miura Takumi was distant to women--like he never had a strong female figure to support him while growing up.
"My, my... I didn't know you were that kind if person," she joked, and his eyes rounded after the realization.
