"Looking for Renee Jennings?" Old Hag Crawford's expression shifted slightly. Seething with silent rage, she asked gruffly, "What's your relationship with her?"
'How does that damn girl know so many rich men?'
"You don't need to know." The man took a stack of cash from his wallet and handed it to her. "Tell me, what kind of person is Renee Jennings."
Old Hag Crawford's eyes lit up the moment she saw the money.
She quickly took the money, wet her finger with saliva, and started counting while saying, "That girl Renee Jennings has been trouble since she was little. Bad grades, and always hooking up with men."
Twelve hundred!
After counting the money, Old Hag Crawford flicked the stack with her finger, looked up at the man before her, and continued, "Last time, she even took a hundred thousand from some old man and let him feel her up in the park all afternoon."
The man furrowed his brow, scrutinizing her, and began to doubt the truthfulness of her words.
