Chapter 17 Making Money is the Same Here

"I heard you became an actress?" Ignatius Leclair pressed her beneath him, his voice heavy as he said, "Remember, I don't like my things tainted by someone else's scent."

Delphine instinctively shrank back into the corner, lowering her eyes to feign frustration and impatience. With a sardonic smile, she said, "Does Ignatius have the same demands for all his bed partners?"

Ignatius's lips curled into a smile. His already strikingly handsome face softened like melting winter snow, so intoxicating that Delphine stared for a moment.

Ignatius brushed her delicate cheek, his voice low. "Earning money through me is no different, Delphine. Ten thousand per session, payable in advance—far better than serving drinks and flashing fake smiles outside."

Delphine suddenly craved a cigarette. She only smoked to calm herself when she was deeply upset, but this was Ignatius's territory. She didn't want to reveal her true self in his presence.