Hearing Aria mentioning him, Jake narrowed his eyes, he stopped, and stood outside the door quietly listening.
Inside the door, Aria leaned tiredly on the head of the bed, covered with the black blanket of Jake, holding the phone with a gloomy expression on her face, "I will never help you to beg Mr. Thomson. Why do I have to help you?!"
George looked at the account book, and became anxious, "Aria, I know I’m sorry for you, so you hate me. But you must help me this time. Do you have the heart to watch the Wilson family go bankrupt?"
"So what? I said before that I wish the Wilson family to go bankrupt, so you are begging the wrong person. Why do you think that Mr. Thomson will listen to me and let you go?!" Aria pinched the bridge of her nose and sneered disdainfully, “George, the incident was caused by your favorite daughter, Ayah. She drugged him. Your family deserve to have fallen to this point!"