He grabbed Zayla's wrist and gently pushed her lean against the stairs.
"Didn't you receive my gift?"
The male hormones lingered in her nose and swept in like a giant wave.
Zayla subconsciously held her breath and shook her head.
"I transferred two thousand dollars to you. I bought it myself."
Zayla squinted her beautiful eyes and smiled sweetly.
"So, I didn't receive your gift, Mr. Nash."
Lincoln frowned. "I should have blocked you, so you couldn't transfer money to me."
"You can have a try, Mr. Nash."
"I don't dare. I'm afraid that I can't afford the loss."
His dignity and his deep voice were very attractive.
If his venture capital couldn't go on, he could consider joining the entertainment industry and developing a sideline business. He would be popular.
Zayla felt her heart skip a beat.
Lincoln leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If I dye my hair green, will it look good?"