Thinking that she had given up 8500 dollars, Elizabeth slept on the bed and pounded her chest. From time to time, she stood up and muttered to herself.
"Why am I so stupid?
Why can't I control my temper?
Why!
Why should I refuse..."
It was a hard night.
It just so happened that the message from Benson came early in the morning again.
"Elizabeth, it's the last day. I want to receive a video tomorrow morning."
Elizabeth cursed, "f**k!" Then she threw her phone aside.
She suddenly remembered something. Why did Samuel suddenly ask about her experiences in the past four years? Did he find something?
"Oh my god, Ben!"
No, no, she had to have a good chat with Benson.
As soon as she dialed Benson's number, his childish voice came from the other end of the line. "Jennifer, do you need m
