"You don't need to worry, I'll handle it!"
The man spoke to the woman quite gently.
After saying that, he looked at Dirk Carter again, directly pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, tossed it on the table by the window, and said, "A thousand bucks, enough for two tickets."
Dirk glanced at the money, didn't take it to heart at all, and leaned back against the pillow, reading his book.
The man noticed, oh, still not tempted by a thousand bucks?
This time, he directly pulled out his wallet.
He threw another wad of cash on the table.
This time, it looked like more than three thousand.
"Not enough, is it? Here, I'll add a bit more for you, now is it enough? This is at least three to four thousand here, enough tickets for how many trips."
The man said.
The tone was as if Dirk Carter was being insatiable.
He thought money's appeal was limitless.
