Heinz Jones' eyebrows were furrowed tightly and his face was full of anger.
Grace Smith felt so wronged.
She had a cold, and yet she still had to be oppressed by this person. Just thinking about it made her annoyed.
For a person like her, she would not cry no matter what kind of predicament she was in. No matter how hurt or sad she was, she would never cry.
After a moment of silence, Grace said, "I have no money. Me taking advantage of your money? Bullshit. I won't be obedient today. It doesn't matter if you don't let me go."
He grabbed one of her legs.
Grace kicked him subconsciously.
However, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can pay with your body."
Grace was stunned for a moment. She glared at Heinz with resentment and said, "You want me to satisfy you even when I have a cold? To fulfil your selfish desires?"
Heinz frowned and thought, "What did she say?
Am I that kind of person?"