"Four thousand dollars a night."
Alex spoke in a light, careless tone, as if scattering coins from his pocket.
He leaned back indifferently, showcasing the epitome of a spoiled second-generation heir of a rich family.
"Four thousand dollars?"
Vicky's brow furrowed at that.
His initial reaction was shock. If he were a man of honor, he would have punched Alex in the face there and then, perhaps even pulled him out by the collar. But he wasn't that sort of a man.
For him, money is something that, he would be always ready to sell his soul for it.
But there was this offer, which offended him somewhat.
Did he really want her to sleep with him at only 4000 dollars...too cheap.
Sophie was worth at the very least $50,000. He had already put that price on her in his heart.
"No way," snapped Vicky.
His face contorted in rage as he jabbed a finger at Alex. "Who do you think I am? If you don't get out of here right now, I swear I'll kill you!"
"$50,000."
