"What do you want!" Irene Morton was somewhat impatient, shaking her arm, but couldn't shake off Sophie Smith's hand.
"Don't go in. If you need money, I'll give it to you."
Irene's eyes were a bit stunned. By all logic, she hated her so much; seeing her end up in this situation, shouldn't she be clapping and rejoicing? What now, pretending to be nice, for what reason?
"Are you afraid I'll go find Brother Asher, so you're offering me money?" Irene chuckled, "Go away. As long as I close the deal tonight and get the money, I won't bother him for a month."
Irene deliberately said such irrelevant words, even if she didn't make the so-called deal and didn't get a penny. Even if she had to beg on the streets, she would never go to Asher Land.
"What kind of deal?" Sophie felt an ominous foreboding. She raised her eyes to look at the men stopping Irene; they all seemed malicious.
