Chapter 133 Chapter 133 She really can endure a lot.

Eileen Stevens was frozen in shock for about five seconds before stammering, "I... I asked you for that?"

Niles Hawke nodded. "Yeah, you said you wanted a silver Porsche—flashy silver, bulletproof, with a modified gas tank. Otherwise, you wouldn't go home to sleep."

Eileen Stevens: "..."

As much...

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