She rubbed her eyes and pointed at the screen, counting the zeros one by one, three times over.
"Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions..."
Five million dollars!
Bonnie swallowed hard, her heart skipping a beat.
Good lord.
He casually handed over a household spending card, and it was loaded with five million dollars.
Not long ago, she had been driven to a dead end over a mere eight thousand dollars in medical bills.
Yet some people had so many zeros in their bank accounts that she had to count them three times just to be sure.
Bonnie took the card back and carefully tucked it into her purse.
In that moment, she gained a new, slightly blurry understanding of Quentin's status.
This man was far more complicated than she had imagined.
...
The next morning, exactly at five o'clock.
Bonnie stood in front of the master bedroom and knocked precisely on time.
"Come in."
The man's deep, slightly raspy voice drifted through the door.
Bonnie pushed it open, met immediately by a minimalist black, white, and gray color scheme. The room felt empty, cold, and radiated a suffocating sense of dominance.
Quentin was leaning against the headboard, wearing dark gray silk pajamas. The collar was slightly open, revealing a stretch of pale, cool skin.
He wore a pair of ultra-thin silver-titanium glasses, his dark eyes unfathomable behind the lenses. He was currently flipping through a thick English hardcover.
When this man kept his mouth shut, he was shockingly handsome.
Bonnie approached nervously, speaking in a soft tone. "Mr. Vance, you can lie flat on your back so it's easier for me to massage your head."
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