"Get up," said Atma, his strong hand holding out a glass of mineral water for Clarita. Instead of accepting Atma's glass, Clarita stared at him coldly. She looked at Atma suspiciously. "What do you want to come here for? I am not a cheap woman who will easily give my body to you.” “Why do you think that?” Clarita snorted lazily and said, “Isn't that a trick of rich men like you, sir? Helping weak women like me, coming like a hero, making them feel like they owe you a favor, and then asking for payment by being served in bed? After that? You will throw away women like dirty laundry.” “Wouldn't dirty clothes be washed and used again?” said Atma, not wanting to lose. "That's right, and when the clothes are worn out, you will throw them away and replace them with new ones. That's the wheel of life in bed for a CEO like you, sir." Clarita replied sarcastically. Atma's gaze did not soften completely, but he understood the situation Clarita was going through, and his suspicions about C
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