"A hundred million?"
I exclaimed, annoyance seeping through my heart. Chen Jiao's demand clearly meant she was banking on me being too scared to touch her because she might have something up her sleeve, seizing the chance to extort from me.
Forget about not having a hundred million, even if I did, I wouldn't give it to her.
My face turned cold, "Chen Jiao, don't you overdo it. You've been with Master Zhao for three years, ever seen that much cash?"
Master Zhao was good to his mistresses, regularly splurging on houses or millions in jewelry for us, but he never doled out cash in such a huge sum.
And for most purchases, we simply used cards tied to Master Zhao's account. Almost a year by his side, I'd secretly sold off jewelry and bags I seldom used and barely managed to scrape together ten million. But clearly, that amount was peanuts to her.
