Sienna Johnson's once-worn shirt was ruined, and it wasn't cheap... Sienna felt a pang of regret.
If she'd known, she wouldn't have tried to seduce him.
"I've only worn this shirt once... I asked you to unbutton it for me, why did you tear it?" Holding the shredded shirt, Sienna furrowed her brow and complained to him.
Adrian Desmond, impeccably dressed, looked at her petty display and said, "Don't I give you enough living expenses every month? Can't you afford a shirt?"
"How much do you give me every month?"
Adrian was a very chauvinistic man and naturally felt it was his duty to support his woman. He had given Sienna a card, but she had never used the money in it.
She wasn't the kind of woman who depended on men to live; she had her own career and could earn enough to support herself.
"Your credit card is linked to my Black Gold Card. You can use it to buy a yacht worth 1.5 million."
"Sixth Master, you're so rich! I feel like I've really struck gold."
