"Yes!" Cherysh Jordan raised the corner of her mouth, finally revealing a hint of the expression a young woman should have. "Rebecca suffers from a disease of wealth, and even if I work myself to death, I still wouldn't earn enough money to pay for her medication. Since I accepted that 15 thousand dollars from Jasmine Clark, I decided to walk down a dark road for the rest of my life. What's worth more than selling one's body besides hard work? However, I didn't want to sell... my first time. So, I got William Sullivan drunk."
That night was her happiest night.
Enna Clark really didn't know what to say, but she still had to talk. "Cherysh Jordan, you said you don't think you did anything wrong, but you should still apologize to me, right?"
"Hmm, sorry."
Enna Clark looked at her and said coldly and neatly, "I don't forgive."
Cherysh Jordan couldn't believe it and raised her head.
