After rejecting my celebrity husband-Chapter 17 Mr. Leng Doesn’t Seem Professional Enough
It was a credit card.
With a limit of one million yuan, it meant she could spend a total of one million yuan each month; of course, she could also withdraw cash.
Luo Xiaoqian gazed at the card on the table and finally understood his intention.
He wanted to keep her – for a monthly fee of one million yuan.
That was an absolutely enticing sum! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Never mind one million yuan a month – if she had just one million yuan, Lu Hao would never betray her.
Luo Xiaoqian wanted fame and wealth, but she had never considered truly selling her body and dignity, especially not with this man’s attitude and approach, which she simply could not accept.
"You might be mistaken, I’m not here to sell... myself!" She straightened up, her voice no longer containing the fear from before, "Give me back my things!"
"Two million yuan!" Leng Zimo casually raised the price.
"Are you deaf?!" Luo Xiaoqian growled, "I said, give me my things!"
She dared to yell at him?!
Daring to covet his interest, if it were anyone else, he had a thousand ways to make their life worse than death.
He hadn’t troubled her and had even voluntarily taken her in; in his eyes, this was already a grace.
And this Little Thing dared to spurn his favor?
"Is this what you’re looking for?"
He raised his hand, dropped the backpack that had been placed under the desk in front of her with a muffled sound; inside were the crossbow and the fake uniform and work badge she had prepared.
"If I hand these over to the police, you’ll do at least five years behind bars!"
"So what!" Luo Xiaoqian snorted, "Catching a cheater involves catching the pair, catching a thief involves catching the dirty. Mr. Leng seems not quite professional. There are no fingerprints of mine on those, how can you prove I did it? You should have called the police yesterday, so I could counter-accuse you of coercion!"
She specifically wrapped her hands with tape to leave no fingerprints, and she had watched over a dozen spy movies in preparation for this mission.
When she first came to the Capital, she had worked as a floor attendant for several months, so she was quite familiar with the surveillance system here.
"Coercion?"
Leng Zimo let out a cold laugh as he turned the computer on the table towards her, his slender fingers lightly tapping the keyboard.
On the desktop, the video that had been paused resumed playing instantly.
This video was recorded by her DSLR yesterday, featuring her as the female lead and Leng Zimo as the male lead.
Along with the video, her voice was also heard.
Luo Xiaoqian nearly fainted.
Oh my god!
The DSLR had not been turned off all night and had recorded everything that had happened between her and him last night.
A moment later, regaining her wits, her first move was to rush forward, pull the memory card out of the laptop, and snap it in half.
Waving the broken memory card in her hand, a sly triumphant look was in her eyes.
"Now, that’s coercion!"
From her eyes, Leng Zimo saw a defiant challenge.
"Do you want me to help you burn this?"
He raised his finger again, holding a photo pinched between them – it was from her wallet.
In the photo, her father was dressed in military uniform, young and handsome, holding a girl who smiled wide enough to show her missing teeth – that was her.
Watching his slender fingers clutching the photo, Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and shouted, "Leng Zimo, if you dare touch it, I swear I’ll kill you!"
Click!
In the dim room, the sound of the lighter was particularly jarring.
With an expressionless face, Leng Zimo lifted his finger, and the flame from the lighter came dangerously close to the photo of Luo Xiaoqian with her father in his hand.
