Natalie Niles sighed, "Connor, stop thinking about her. She doesn't actually like you; she only likes money."
"It's none of your business. Get lost!"
"I like you, Connor."
"You're fooling me. Don't think I don't know!"
"Do you think Cora Ginger likes you?"
"Of course!"
"Then let's make a bet. Call Cora Ginger now and tell her you're about to die. If she really likes you, she'll definitely come to see you. If she doesn't, it means you're not important to her."
"I won't bet!"
Natalie Niles had a smile on her face, but her eyes were emotionless, "Emmett Price, you don't even dare to bet on this? I haven't even said what the stakes are!"
"What are the stakes?"
"If you win, I'll completely disappear from now on and never bother you again. If I win, you agree to be my boyfriend, and I'll move into your house!"
"I won't bet. I have a girlfriend, and my home can't accommodate someone like you."
"Don't you want to know what kind of feelings Cora Ginger really has for you?"
