Chapter 52

Annoyed, Halle glared at the man and declared, “We don’t need the money.”

The woman leaned on the man’s shoulder and said in a saccharine tone, “Honey, she said she doesn’t need the money. It must be too little.”

“Hmph!” The man opened his sling bag and pulled out another stack of bills. “Here, this is more than two months of your salary. Take the money and leave.”

“You…”

As an upper-class socialite, it was the first time Halle had been insulted with money, and it made her lose her patience.

The receptionist came over and tried to intervene. “Madam, he’s the young master of the rich and powerful Hollands, Dick Holland. It’s not a good idea to go against him. Why don’t you and your boyfriend take the money and leave?”

Halle’s expression changed when she heard the name Dick Holland. Every Sumerian had heard of him because he was the local bully.

Dick was never particularly good at anything except wasting his family’s money on gambling and women. He was notorious because he