I always felt that earning money this way was detrimental to my self-esteem. But then I realized I had absolutely no room to resist him. He didn’t give me a raise, and I was taken advantage of. So, why not add it if I could? A hundred thousand monthly salary! If I worked for three months, I’d have three hundred thousand. By then, I could hide in a remote place to give birth, and that three hundred thousand would support me for a while.

As I was contemplating this, Reynaldo suddenly mischievously bit my neck. I exclaimed in pain and looked at him. This man was really like a dog; he loved biting people. Reynaldo squinted his dark, brooding eyes and coldly asked, “Can you still daydream at a time like this? Who are you thinking about? Winston?” It seems Winston will hold a grudge for life about what happened between us earlier. “Since you were constantly thinking about him,” he continued, “why didn’t you go with him yesterday when you had the chance?”

Well, Esmeralda, let me tell you, even if you liked him, you could only stay by my side for the rest of your life. I wanted to fly away with him, unless… I died. He said the last two words through gritted teeth, his expression changing instantly. The desire in his eyes quickly turned to hostility. I was speechless. This man was truly unpredictable, his imagination so vivid it left one dumbfounded. He used to get angry and always took it out on me.

I grabbed his arm and whispered, “Don’t overthink it. I was just wondering if the 100,000 monthly salary is true.” Reynaldo paused, then his black eyes stared intently at me. “Really?” he asked. “Of course,” I replied, “the thing I love most now is money.” Reynaldo chuckled. “I never thought Ms. Duffy would become so materialistic.” I furrowed my brows at his mocking tone. What’s the matter? Liking Winston isn’t allowed, and liking money isn’t either? So I had to like him, right?

I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but he insisted on having a woman who had once humiliated and disgusted him. Does my liking him really give him such a sense of accomplishment? Ignoring his sneer, I said, “Who doesn’t like money? If you don’t like money, why do you earn so much?” “I earned so much money because…” He stopped abruptly, staring deeply at me. With a mocking tone, he said, “Forget it. You’re a heartless woman; even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it.”

I rolled my eyes speechlessly. He didn’t say anything, simply concluding I wouldn’t believe him. He really has no trust in me at all. I muttered, “If you don’t want to say it, then forget it.” Anyway, he didn’t make money for me, so I didn’t need to know why he worked so hard. He still looked at me with those deep eyes. I felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze and pushed him away. “Boss, CEO, I really have to go to work now. I can’t play around with you anymore.”

He grabbed my wrist and pressed it against my head. He spoke in a low voice, coaxing, “Since you like money so much, you should behave better in the future.” “100,000 monthly salary,” he continued. “I won’t deceive you; I’ll also give you additional rewards. Of course, if you could get pregnant, I would give you as many babies as you want.”

“Then, do you give me all your assets—your company, the luxury cars, and villas?” I said, intending to provoke him. To my surprise, he didn’t get angry. He laughed, saying, “You have quite the appetite.” “Greed is human nature, isn’t it?” I replied. “Hmm,” he nodded in rare agreement. “Greed is indeed human nature. I was just too greedy, which is why I spared you those three years.”

I frowned deeply. What did he mean by that? How come I couldn’t understand anything at all? I wanted to ask him more, but he had already sealed my lips.