A faint fragrance of bath suddenly permeated the nostrils, Sebastian Astor slightly turned his gaze, that delicate and beautiful face was just an inch away, he handed the phone back to her.
"Enter the password."
Clara Sutton took the phone and found out that he had linked his personal information to her account, and even booked a ticket on the same flight as hers, and now he expected her to pay.
Seeing her look of shock and disbelief, Sebastian Astor chuckled lightly, "What? Mrs. Astor is heartbroken over the ticket money?"
Clara Sutton was speechless, reluctantly sat back down, and pressed her fingerprint. It wasn't that she couldn't bear the thought of spending the over a thousand dollars for the ticket, but she felt an inexplicable sense of being manipulated.
This feeling was subtle, making it hard for her to articulate.
Just as she regained her composure, a black card suddenly appeared in front of her, Clara Sutton looked up at him puzzled, "What for?"
