Before Christine could say "a few days' grace", the doctor had guessed that she wanted to fall behind the payment. So he interrupted immediately, "Pay as much as you can now. Your mother needs the medication desperately. This is a critical moment for her. Anyway, you'd better raise money as soon as possible."

"Doctor, please continue the treatment. I'll pay the bill as fast as I can." Christine bit her lower lip helplessly.

"We can only give you at most three days. If you can't pay the bill, we can only stop the treatment," the doctor said seriously. The hospital was not a charity organization; there were too many patients in this world, and doctors couldn't save them all.

"I will pay within three days. Don't stop the treatment..."

She was totally stupefied by the bill. 250,000 yuan a month? How could she get this sum within three days?

Darren had rendered her family completely destitute. He had given her 200,000 yuan for the land, and now she still needed 50,000 yuan. What should she do?

Even if she could get the money this month, what about next month and the month after next month?

How could she earn so much money?

With a messy mind, she went out of the hospital mechanically. In a daze, she walked straight to the road... Suddenly, a truck brushed swiftly past her, knocking her onto the ground with a thud. The next second, she felt a searing pain from her palms and knees against the concrete.

"Um... It hurts..."

"Are you courting death? Don't knock against my truck! How inauspicious!" cursed the driver, who stopped the vehicle and broke out into a cold sweat.

Christine ignored him, climbed to her feet, and kept walking aimlessly.

As night fell in this prosperous city, the neon lights were on one after another, illuminating the dark sky. By contrast, Christine looked even more pitiful. How could she get 50,000 yuan?

In a glorious "palace", a tan-skinned man was lying on a two-meter-wide bed. With a languorous hum, he woke up from a sound sleep. In a blur, Ryan found himself in an unfamiliar room and frowned sightly. He got up lazily, whispering, "Where am I?"

He rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers and looked down at the cloth pieces on the ground, which suddenly reminded him of something: he had been tortured by Marie's drug until a woman broke into this room...

"Dammit, how dare she bite me?" When he lowered his head, he noticed the purple bite on his shoulder. He had been bitten hard last night!

"Dammit!" In a huff, he picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on, ready to take a shower.

If that woman was still here, he would definitely make her pay a heavy price. His shoulder was not something that any woman could bite!

His figure was as artistically robust as that of a Greek god. When he placed his feet on the floor, he spotted a piece of paper pinned by a clip on the nightstand. There was something written on it.

Out of curiosity, he took it over.

Just then, a note fell from it onto the nightstand.

He picked it up and had a look.

Money?

0.5 yuan?

He furrowed his brows and unfolded the paper.

It read: Sir, I'm very pleased with your service last night, but you're worth only 0.5 yuan!

And there was something written in the bottom right corner: Tip for a money boy.

His black-gem-like eyes narrowed coldly.

Tip for a money boy?

She took him as a money boy?

How did he look like a money boy?

And there was something more irritating – he was worth only 0.5 yuan?

He was the president of the Moussi Group with a high status all over Asia. It was not exaggerating to say that the entire City S was his! This 0.5-yuan note was a total blasphemy to him!

He crumpled the paper in his hand and said furiously word by word, "Damned... woman... I... will... kill... you!"

He held his bathrobe together and shouted at the door, "Jake."

"Mr. Moussi." Respectfully and immediately, Jake walked into the room.

"Who's the woman last night?" He gnashed his teeth, with rage on his handsome face.