Jordan Bennett furrowed his brows, looking at the woman with a headache.
"So, you're saying you can handle the rent on your own?"
When the subject was brought up, Abigail Anderson fell silent, gently biting her lower lip.
Reality is indeed brutal!
All her debit cards had been frozen. Damn!
Now, even having meals had become a problem for her.
Jordan Bennett stared sharply at the woman, as if seeing through her thoughts, "Never mind then, sorry to bother you."
Turning around, Jordan Bennett returned to his Maybach.
Just as he started the engine, preparing to drive away, the woman tapped on his car window.
Thinking for a moment, Jordan Bennett rolled down the window and teased, "You want me to give you a ride? Just the two of us in a car, aren't you afraid I might take advantage of you?"
Abigail's hand was on the car window, she leaned in and looked at Jordan Bennett, "Your contract girlfriend, it's all just acting, right? There won't be any complications?"
