Chapter 242

"Why do I feel like I'm being buttered up to be sold off?" Mercer touched his cheek nervously.

Calla laughed. "If I were to sell you, I'm sure many rich ladies would pay a good price!"

"Would you really?" He frowned.

"If I sold you, I'd never have to worry about money again. Why wouldn't I?" Calla teased.

"How cruel. You need to be punished!" Saying this, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Calla tried to push him away, but his large frame was immovable. After struggling for a moment, she had no choice but to give in.

This kiss was almost the death of her. Calla felt she was about to suffocate when he finally released her. She gasped for air, clutching her chest as if coming back to life.

"If you dare say such things again, it won't end so simply next time," Mercer warned with a smile.

"Alright, I won't say it again." Calla surrendered, raising her hands in defeat.

Mercer released her, sat back on the couch, and said seriously, "Tell me, how can I help? Do you want me to bribe