"Miss Ding, in a moment you may choose either of us two, and whoever you choose, a single kiss will suffice. Of course, as a reward, you can take either the bracelet or the car keys on the table,"
A kiss for a car worth forty million, or for a bracelet of equivalent value—such a deal would tempt ninety-nine percent of girls, I believe.
After all, she doesn't lose anything, but the reward she gains is immensely huge.
However, this time, Chu Mo didn't give Ding Qian the chance to hesitate; he reached out and took back the car keys from the table and raised an eyebrow, saying,
"No need to choose, the car keys are yours. Tomorrow I'll have someone drive the Bugatti to the company's entrance; that car belongs to you."
As he finished speaking, Chu Mo's expression was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as before, but rather carried a hint of indifference.
He looked calmly at the superstar opposite him, with a decision already made in his heart.
It's better off without this person.
