"You're getting something for nothing!" she exclaimed angrily.
"Say what you like. Since you're here, I'm not going to be polite. Hurry up and make a choice! Stop wasting time, or when I lose my patience, I'll give you a dozen stabs."
"I'll choose the second option."
"Then you'll have to write an IOU, saying you'll owe me money for life and never be able to pay it off."
"I just realized I was wrong. My face is not priceless; it's only worth a hundred bucks!" She switched sides, changed her mind.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're truly selling yourself cheaply without spending money, for a million. You know you have it." She smiled slightly.
"You!" Ivy couldn't possibly give, "I don't have it!"
"Miss Ivy Fern, do you know what kind of knife I have in my hand?" Lucy Eaton remained calm, "This knife is called Fire Meteor, forged with the venom of a thousand snakes. If wounded by it, the wound not only won't heal but will be fatal. I'm telling you now, is it still too late?"
