"How exactly do you expect to be compensated? Can you even afford it?!"
The air fell into a silence.
Vincent glanced at Faye Wright indifferently, his eyes barely concealing his disdain.
Really delusional, aren't you, thinking you're a big deal?
Huh??
He was truly obsessed with self-importance.
These little things, are they something Mr. Russo can't afford?
The grandiose Russo Financial Corporation, a leading group in the country with countless industries under its umbrella, its valuation was no longer expressed with simple, ordinary numbers.
A mere arm, a car, and you say Mr. Russo can't afford it?
Hah!
But then again, it's not her fault, ignorance is not a crime after all!
However, for someone like him who knew the reasons behind it all, it truly was the most overconfident thing he had ever heard.
"Don't worry, even if your arms and legs were taken off, wouldn't you be without a penny? Want to give it a try?"
