"Several stitches???" Everyone exclaimed in unison, clearly shocked.
"Yeah, so he wants me to compensate him for lost wages, nutrition expenses, home care fees, and compensation for lost youth, among other things... That's all fine and good, I'll just pay it. But... there's an even bigger amount—his foot beauty treatment! He wants to get his foot pampered... I mean, come on, isn't he just trying to make things difficult for me? You tell me, how can I not be furious?" Oliver exclaimed, filled with righteous indignation.
The whole room fell silent, and Daniel chuckled softly.
"Oliver, don't let him get a beauty treatment. Just offer yourself to him instead. Tell him, 'I'm such a beauty, I'll give myself to you, so don't mention any fees...'"
"Daniel... you're really not capable of saying anything sensible..." Oliver was so angry he felt like he could jump up and strangle Daniel.
