Chapter 79 Mr. Fili, I Need Five Million Dors


    Chapter 79 Mr. Fili, I Need Five Million Dors


    When Caroline showed the cheque to Marissa again, thetter only took a nce at Caroline and


    then put the cheque into her purse. She said, "You should know that Cayne has some impure


    intentions."


    "Yes."


    Marissa felt confused.


    She raised her brows and asked, "Then why did you take his money?"


    Caroline didn''t answer her question.


    Marissa didn''t probe into this because she was clearer than anyone else that Caroline urgently


    needed this sum of money.


    "You don''t get much time left." Marissa reminded Caroline.


    "I know, but I must try."


    "Try what? Caroline, just give up."


    "No."


    "Do you hate Mr. Shawn to this point?" asked Marissa. Indeed, what Marissa wanted to say was


    Bentley was not that bad to her. She knew it was Bentley who carried Caroline to the hospital when


    thetter was sick. And it was also Bentley who called his personal doctor to check on Caroline


    when thetter passed out because she insisted on going to work when she was sick. Moreover,


    Bentley didn''t allow her to tell Caroline about this.


    Marissa didn''t know what had happened between Caroline and Bentley. However, when seeing how


    Bentley treated Caroline, she thought perhaps Caroline didn''t have to be scared of him that much.


    Caroline didn''t know how to exin her rtionship with Bentley, but she knew it was not purely


    about hatred.


    "Then tell me about your n. You only have a week left. I''ve counted the amount for you. You''ve


    only saved less than 1 million dors. Can you earn the rest 4 million dors in the next seven


    days?"


    Marissa helplessly rubbed her brows. She couldn''t directly tell her the truth that there was no hope


    for her to earn the rest 4 million dors because Bentley had ordered her earlier not to assign any


    tasks to Caroline. If not so, why couldn''t Caroline get any task during this period?


    "I must have a try. It''s not the deadline yet."


    "Who can help you even if you want to try? That man named Cayne? He would only go to your


    ce to eat the noodles you cook from time to time and then give you a cheque of one hundred


    thousand. Does that help? Even if he will go to your ce every day, you''ll only earn seven hundred


    thousand at most."


    Marissa also wanted to help Caroline, but the only thing she could do was hide those sums of


    money from Bentley.


    However, she was clear that unless there was a miracle, otherwise, Caroline wouldn''t reach the


    goal set by Bentley within the rest days.


    She wished there would be such a miracle.


    "Most importantly, Caroline, Cayne is a very dangerous man."


    Caroline smiled and said, "For me, the most dangerous one is Mr. Shawn."


    She continued, "Then see you around, Marissa. Perhaps I''m lucky enough to get some tasks."


    Marissa didn''t'' stop Caroline. However, looking at the back of the woman who was hobbling


    forward, a hint of pity shed across Marissa''s eyes. "Poor girl, your failure to get a task is not


    caused by your luck." She thought to herself.


    In the lounge of the PR Department, the disappointed Caroline was preparing to get off work. Like


    before, she didn''t get any task today. She was not a fool. If this only continued for three or four


    days, she would attribute it to her back luck.


    But this had continued for nearly a month, and naturally, she vaguely understood something.


    She went back to her dormitory after leaving the Royal Club.


    That gorgeous half-blooded man was still waiting at the door like he did yesterday.


    This time, Caroline didn''t say anything. She took out her key in his face, opened the door, and then


    said to him, "Come in, Mr. Fili."


    She said ndly in a husky voice, "I will cook noodles for you."


    Looking at Caroline who was busy around calmly in the kitchen, Cayne smiled. Apparently, he was


    in a good mood.


    As usual, he finished all the noodles she cooked. He put down the cutleries and put a cheque of


    one hundred thousand on the table.


    "I never expected my simple noodles is more valued than dishes in Michelin Restaurants. Mr.


    Fili, could you tell me why?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "I mean why you would spend so much here and wait at my door every day just for a bowl of


    noodles? I''m very clear that my noodles don''t value so much. Don''t tell me that you think it is worth


    one hundred thousand. What I want to know is which thing you think is worthy. My noodles? Or


    something else?"


    A trace of surprise shed across Cayne''s eyes. He originally thought Caroline was an interesting


    gold digger. Much to his surprise, he had seen through so many things and was not muddleheaded


    at all.


    "The scar on your forehead is such an eyesore. And I''m a man who enjoys challenges." Cayne


    didn''t hide his intention. He continued, "Ms. Jameson, how about allowing me to cure the injury on


    your forehead?"


    While asking the question, he reached out his slender fingers, trying to touch Caroline''s forehead.


    But Caroline dodged his touch with a frown.


    "It''ste. You should go back, Mr. Fili."


    Cayne didn''t insist on staying here. Without saying anything else, he stood up and walked to the


    door. Caroline had always been vignt. Though she sent Cayne off to the door, she had been


    keeping a distance of about one meter from this dangerous man.


    "Mr. Fili, good...Hmm..." Before she could finish the word, she was pulled by the man before her.


    Her hunch told her that something bad would happen next, so she reached out to cover her


    forehead. But it was already toote. His moist lipsnded on her forehead and then he leaned


    back quickly.


    She shouted, "Is it interesting?"


    "Your injury will get inmed if you don''t treat it."


    It was the third time that he said this.


    Caroline''s eyes were filled with anger. Why did this man go against her will again and again?


    "You can also require me not toe tomorrow. I promise, Ms. Jameson, if you say it out, I''ll


    definitely listen to your advice."


    Caroline clenched her hands which were hanging beside her legs into fists.


    Shecked money. She was extremely short of money!


    She remained silent gloomily.


    Cayne slightly curled up his lips. He knew her weak point. He had a lot of money. What he cared


    about the least were those notes.


    "Ms. Jameson, if you don''t want to say out your request, then I''ll take it as you still wee me to


    come to your dormitory for your noodles." Cayne smiled and added, "Then, Ms. Jameson, I can''t


    guarantee that next time, I can suppress the impulse to kiss your scar."


    Caroline bowed his head gloomily. She wished so much that she could drive this annoying man out


    of her dormitory and not see him again for the rest of her life.


    However, for the time being, he was the only source for her to earn money."


    "Mr. Fili, you really like to spread salt onto other people''s wounds."


    "Ms. Jameson, you were wrong. I''m helping you cure your injury. You may feel ufortable during


    this process, but it''s contemporary. When the treatment ends and your injury begins to scab,


    everything will get better."


    What a shameless man!


    How could he make a grandiose excuse for his behavior of casually spreading salt onto other


    people''s wounds?


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    He was so shameless!


    But right at this moment, she had no other choice. After all, she owed Bentley five million dors.


    Cayne could clearly see Caroline''s struggle and unwillingness on her face. But thetter suddenly


    raised her head and said, "Mr. Fili, I need five million dors."