Chapter 100

"... I pressed my lips together." "It saves money."

I chuckled to myself and thought that it would be exceedingly opulent to do while riding in a Bentley!

A price tag that exceeds that of the presidential suite!

"I will give it some thought."

Sean Matthews talked to me while staring at me with eyes as dark as night, as if he were inspecting the meat that was on the chopping board.

When I peered out the window, I had the sense that the view was coupled with a robust awareness of the world behind me. I had no choice but to actively fight the urge to panic.

I give off the impression of being vulnerable since I am holding shoulder bags in both hands.

I left the car and walked away.

It’s a night club.

A number of club employees were lined up at the entrance. "Mr. Matthews, the club has been cleared," the person in charge said to him as they welcomed him.

I wonder, isn’t it what I think?

It's humiliating that I told him I want to get fucked in the vehicle