Chapter 297 You Want to Fuck Me

Calla ignored his self-pity and plopped down on the couch, pouring herself a glass of water. “Where are your servants? Why’s the place so empty?”

“Ever since you left the Thomas Group, no one has been willing to lend me money. How could I afford to keep them?”

Calla froze, her hand suspended mid-ai...

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