Let me lay down the rules: this is a consensual arrangement."
"I will give you the money you are due, but do not come looking for me afterwards."
"I also don't want to hear about you using my name to spread rumors about our relationship."
"Understood?"
Harvey saw the woman was so happy she was crying, so he didn't waste any words and spoke directly.
"Understood, understood, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
The woman nodded repeatedly after hearing him.
Seeing her like this, Harvey took the woman back to his manor.
They spent the night together, only stopping in the morning.
The woman slowly woke up around three in the afternoon.
She felt some pain, but when she saw stacks of U.S. dollars on the table, totaling five hundred thousand, the pain lessened considerably.
She got out of bed and went to the table, finding a note next to the money telling her to take the money and leave, and not to bother him again in the future.
It was clear that even if she didn't fully meet Mr. Harvey Anberaka's standards for choosing women, since Mr. Harvey had agreed, he would still give her a lot of money.
However, after reading the note, the woman first put on her clothes, covering up the traces of their night together.
Looking at the large amount of money on the table, she picked up a pen nearby, wrote a note expressing her gratitude, then took one hundred thousand and, enduring the weakness in her legs and the pain, left the manor.
Since Mr. Harvey Anberaka kept his promise, she naturally could not break hers; if she said one hundred thousand was enough, then one hundred thousand it was.
Harvey stood in the room, watching the woman leave through the window.
Harvey saw the note said she thanked him for his help and that he was a good person, giving him a 'good person card'.
The five hundred thousand was actually Harvey's test.
If the woman only took one hundred thousand, it meant she truly only came for life-saving money.
If she intended to take it all, Harvey would have to torment her for a month, even if he ignored her, she would still have to stay nearby.
But now it was confirmed that the other party genuinely only wanted life-saving money, so Harvey didn't pay it any mind.
Harvey casually released Void Energy, directly vaporizing the 'good person card'.
He made a call, asking a cleaning company to send someone over to clean, while he went directly to play games.
If he hadn't found anyone yesterday, he would have gone out cruising for fun today.
But since he found someone yesterday, he would rest for some time, and then consider it again when he was interested.
To put it plainly, picking up women was just a pastime Harvey occasionally indulged in when he was bored at home.
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Time passed unknowingly for over four months.
During these four months, Harvey occasionally went out, but for some reason, the beautiful women who sought his help increased.
Facing these women who proactively came to him, Harvey found that some genuinely needed life-saving money and were quite pretty.
He would generously spend a night with them and then lend a hand.
As for those he could tell were faking it at a glance, Harvey couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
However, on this day, when Harvey went out to get something to eat,
As he passed a park, he saw the young woman who had pleaded with him a few months ago, and he stopped his car.
However, this young woman was no longer deliberately dressed in a sexy, mature style, but rather wore makeup that made her appear more youthful and natural.
But even if her makeup changed, that source of life wouldn't easily change, so Harvey recognized her immediately.
If this woman had approached him with this appearance originally, he would have readily agreed.
Currently, this young, brown-haired woman was pushing an middle-aged woman's wheelchair out of the park, walking slowly.
When the brown-haired young woman noticed Harvey, her gaze didn't flinch, and a slight smile appeared on her face.
Seeing this, Harvey nodded slightly, started his car, and drove away with a foot on the accelerator.
Since it was an agreed-upon arrangement, that night together was simply a shared memory.
"Daughter, do you know that handsome man?"
The old woman being pushed by the brown-haired woman suddenly smiled when she saw her daughter, and looking at the departing Harvey, she asked with some interest.
"Mr. Harvey Anberaka, a famous young, handsome, and wealthy millionaire in New York, a gentleman who keeps his promises."
"He's quite famous in New York's women's circles."
"Of course I know him, but he doesn't know me."
The woman smiled and said when her mother asked her.
"So it was him, no wonder he's so good-looking and can drive such a nice sports car."
"Handsome and rich is true, but whether he's a gentleman is hard to say."
"Don't be fooled by those rumors."
"Even if you did get to know a man like that, he's not someone you could handle."
"You're still young now, just work diligently, and wait a few more years before considering marriage."
The woman's mother looked at her daughter and earnestly advised her.
"Mom, I know."
The young woman obediently replied after hearing her mother's admonition.
Although Harvey drove away, he didn't go too far, so he heard the young woman's praise of him.
No wonder he always felt that more young, beautiful women were actively coming to him for help recently; it was probably because of this woman.
She only spoke well of him and didn't mention having had a relationship with him, so it wasn't a breach of contract.
But this was good too; a good deed he did casually allowed him to more easily pick out beauties that met his eye.
After understanding the reason, Harvey's mood improved considerably, and he suddenly felt like eating, so he turned his car around and headed to Chinatown to find something to eat.
Life on Earth was undoubtedly happy; S.H.I.E.L.D. also knew his identity and dared not appear before him.
This allowed Harvey to play even more recklessly; he didn't need to worry about money, nor did he need to constantly pay attention to his behavior, he just had to think about where to find entertainment every day.
For those in the mercenary world, the mercenary codenamed God of Death had been missing for almost two years.
Therefore, some rumors appeared; some thought God of Death had met his match, but more believed God of Death had earned enough money and retired.
After all, God of Death earned over a billion in his short mercenary career of just a few years.
As long as he didn't spend money too excessively, he could basically live a life of lavish spending.
If he managed that money well, he could achieve complete financial freedom.
However, God of Death's retirement could be said to be good news for the mercenary world, because without God of Death, they could take on many more assignments.
And in the dark side of Earth, among those who specialized in working in the shadows, who was the happiest?
Undoubtedly, it was the big boss codenamed Zero, who specialized in money laundering.
The handling fees he charged other mercenaries for money laundering were very expensive because he had money to hire people to protect himself.
Initially, when he helped God of Death launder money, not understanding, he also charged the normal high handling fees.
But the terrifying strength God of Death displayed made him afraid to charge too much; every time God of Death asked for his help with money laundering, let alone making money, he always ended up losing a lot of money.
God of Death's retirement was undoubtedly a great piece of good news for him.
Now, only he knew that the guy codenamed God of Death was currently in New York, looking for things to do to pass the time.
Knowing was one thing, but even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare expose God of Death's identity.
However, if he ever found himself in trouble, according to the good karma he had accumulated, even if God of Death retired and no longer logged into his dark web account, making him untraceable to anyone else,
He could still find God of Death's true identity, Harvey, and pay a hefty price to have Harvey help him solve some problems.
With this trump card, at least for the next sixty years before he died of old age, he shouldn't need to fear attracting unsolvable troubles and opponents too much.