Oprah's words were cut short as Burgess's large hand landed on her shoulder, trailing slowly until he reached her chest.
His hand felt warm, yet his words were chilling. "By doing what? Using this?"
Oprah stared at Burgess in disbelief. Her throat tightened, her hand by her side clenched into a tight fist, fingers digging deep into her palm. "What are you talking about, Mr. Burgess?"
Burgess leaned in close to her ear. "How much money did Alfred give you? Name your price, and I'll double it for you!"
His fingers kept caressing her skin as if he wanted to imprison her forever in his embrace.
"Tell me, how much do you want? Just name your price. Don't play tricks with me. If you stay with me, I'll give you whatever you request."
As soon as he finished speaking, Oprah raised her hand and slapped him fiercely. "You bastard!"
Burgess's face got slightly red and swollen. But he didn't seem to feel the pain.