He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 266: 266: Contract Trading

Chapter 266: 266: Contract Trading

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Abigail Anderson didn’t look back, unaware of the man standing behind her, let alone that he was eavesdropping on her phone conversation.

“Mrs. Landlord, could you give me a few more days? I just got paid, and I’ll certainly pay the rent,” she pleaded.

“It’s just a few tens of thousands of yuan for the rent. I can afford it. I’m not lying to you, nor am I a freeloader. My stocks are locked up, and I’m just temporarily short of cash. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely pay. I’m also trying to raise the money.”

On the other end of the phone, the landlord’s stern warning came through: “I’ll give you three more days. If you still don’t pay the rent, I won’t just drive you out; I’ll call the police.”

Abigail echoed her, “Okay, okay, okay, just three days. I’ll transfer the money to you for sure.”

Suddenly, the landlord hung up. Blinking her clear, radiant eyes, Abigail sighed.

After a day promoting products in the mall, her base wage plus commission barely amounted to a thousand yuan. She was still a long way from the forty thousand yuan rent she needed to pay.

Ugh…no use worrying about it now, it only gave her a headache!

She wouldn’t compromise unless it was absolutely necessary.

No way she was going home, and she absolutely wouldn’t marry some old geezer!

After putting away her phone, Abigail got ready to leave.

Suddenly, Jordan Bennett spoke, “Excuse me, miss lipstick, could we talk?”

Miss Lipstick?

Was he talking to her?

Abigail turned and appraised the man standing before her.

He was the only one behind her.

“You calling me? Aren’t you a rogue?” she asked.

Jordan Bennett laughed, “If I were a rogue, I wouldn’t tell you outright. Weren’t you applying lipstick while leaning on my Maybach? You disturbed me.”

“Oh, this is your car! I am sorry, it won’t happen again.”

Jordan Bennett looked intently at the woman and asked, “Are you short of money? Do you want to make some?”

Instinctively, Abigail crossed her arms and eyed him warily, “I’m not the kind of woman you’re thinking. I won’t sell myself out, you rogue!”

Jordan Bennett was left speechless.

So many women chased after him voluntarily that he would never lack for female company, let alone pick up a random woman on the street. He definitely wasn’t that desperate type of man.

“Little girl, rest assured, I’m not interested in you. I just want to discuss a contractual deal with you. Are you interested? I can help you with your rent.”

With her purse nearly empty, Abigail hesitated.

She examined the man from head to toe and back again.

His shining leather shoes looked expensive, probably made of genuine leather.

The man’s suit was hand-tailored, costing at least hundreds of thousands, she reckoned.

The watch on his wrist was priceless, worth millions.

This man seemed to be well off.

“Sir, what kind of contract do you want to discuss with me? Let me make this absolutely clear, I won’t participate in any indecent deal.”

In just a short span of two minutes, Jordan Bennett assessed the woman. Her appearance, figure, personal quality – they were all decent. At least, she didn’t appear flighty. If his sister ever asked about her, she might pass the test. He decided to choose her.

“Don’t worry, it’s not an indecent deal. I need a contractual girlfriend, like in those dramas,” he explained.

Abigail blinked in disbelief, “A man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend? Uncle, are you kidding me? We’re not in that era anymore, this is such an old-fashioned pick-up style.” Did she just call him ‘uncle’?

Dld he look that old?

Was his pick-up style outdated?

He considered himself a dashing and handsome man, what’s up with this woman’s thinking? It’s truly unique!

Jordan Bennett rubbed his forehead.

If not for his promise to Daniel Marshall that he wouldn’t bother Olivia Jenkins anymore, he wouldn’t have come up with this workaround – getting a contractual girlfriend..