Hearing "capable and earning money," Shirley Fisher's cheeks instantly flushed, she staggered back a few steps, almost losing her mind: "Zachary Armstrong, what do you actually want?"
"I don't want anything, but from what I know about you, you are going to earn more than 500,000 in this life, much more, so why must I take this money and leave." Zachary Armstrong smirked, but always gave Shirley Fisher a sense of chilliness.
Shirley Fisher kept retreating and for a moment didn't know how to speak; she had lived for so many years and never encountered such a rogue like Zachary Armstrong.
"Fine, since I can't provoke you, can't I still dodge? I don't want the house, it's yours then." Shirley Fisher's tone was somewhat indifferent, she lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.
When the words fell, Shirley Fisher turned, planning to return to the bedroom to pack up.
