Emma, embarrassed, turned her head away, but Damian found the whole situation amusing.
Soon, the porridge was finished, and Emma's stomach was distended. If possible, she would have asked Mrs. Harris to cook another pot of soup, potentially recouping this week's interest.
But realistically, her stomach would burst, just like now.
Emma already regretted her soft-heartedness and inexperience in setting the initial price.
Despite drinking so much, the final tally by the man fell short of fifty thousand dollars, far from the goal Damian had set for Emma.
"Next time, you can be tougher with your price."
"I'm afraid Mr. Sterling wouldn't be so willing," Emma teased Damian.
Aren't wealthy people all about saving face? Emma wanted to see if her provocation would work.
"As long as you dare to ask, I dare to give."
