Chapter 3 You're Nothing More than an Object

"What, not good enough for you?" Matt frowned. In his view, James sent over such a minor celerity obviously for him to play with for free. His remark was just for fun.

20,000 yuan was indeed not much, but she was nothing more than a third-rate starlet. To put it bluntly, she was not much better than prostitutes.

"You're unreasonable." Eva calmed down and abruptly pushed him away, "Save your rotten money; I take it like a mad dog bite! Goodbye! We won't meet again!"

She turned to leave.

"Stop." No sooner had she taken two steps than her fair, slender wrist was grabbed. Irritated, Matt pushed her to the wall, "Dog bite? Woman! Think you that you can get my attention like this?"

"What is wrong with you?" Her back hit the wall hard, resulting in sharp pain and her rage, "To get your attention? That's delusional; see a doctor! Out of my way! Or, I'll call the police!"

"Really, call them now." He looked at her with a spurious smile, "You can escalate it, and I'll say that you blackmailed me. Let's see if anyone would believe a minor celebrity troubled by negative rumors."

"Argh..." Eva had never seen someone so shameless before, but he succeeded in cutting her to the quick. As a third-rate starlet and a sitting duck for rumors, she couldn't afford to have more negative news about her. Otherwise, the company would give up on her for sure. If that happened, how was she supposed to pay up the debt...

"In this world, people are vying with each other to be my woman, and you're nothing more than an 'object' presented by James. If I take a liking to you, you should be grateful." The corner of his mouth curved up charmingly as he stared at her grieved face.

This man was so bitchy!

Wait, what did he say? She was an 'object' sent by James?

It was true that she came here to see James today. Before that, she spotted paparazzi and accidentally barged into his booth to avoid them. That made her an 'object' sent by James?

Did she look anything like an 'object' that he could give away randomly?

Her face turned ashy, and her fists clenched so forcefully so that her fingernails sank deep into her palms. In her rage, she didn't feel the pain.

From her dejected face, Matt inferred that the night note was struck and thus sneered, "What, still need my apology?"

"I'm not James's object! I don't belong to him. What makes him think he can present me to a terrible and unethical man like you?" She came back to her senses, looked at the man, and spat, "To a promiscuous animal, I only wish him to get venereal diseases!"

Shen then turned to leave.

"How dare you..." The secretary tried to stop her, but Matt checked him.

"Since James sends over such a person, call and tell him that the deal is off." He took a glance at her curve and instructed coldly.