Chapter 18

Her heart was pounding... Tilting her head to look at Milan who was opening the door, she exclaimed: "Mr. Milan, you know how to make things difficult for others. I'm just a cleaning staff, where can I get 500 thousand?"

The man leaned over, his eyes swept towards her, "Meadow will send you to the PR department, sell laughter, sell pity, sell stupidity, or sell ugliness, if you have something, sell it. People with a lot of money are really strange, you like to kneel, right? Just try it and you'll know. If you're ineffective, you can sell yourself." Having said this, the man lowered the corners of his mouth.

"But your beauty now... It's hard to say." Milan narrowed his eyes and said: "Arrange it yourself." Ashley watched Milan's tall, thin back disappear from her sight.

Ashley's face was pale, completely devoid of any color. Meadow looked dissatisfied on the side: "How did you insult Mr. Milan?"

Ashley tilted her head to look at Meadow, revealing a pathetic smile. Only then did Meadow