“Dandelion… right?” the man asked after a while, still looking at his glass.
Scarlett was a bit startled, but she did not make it obvious. She acted so naturally as she answered.
“I don’t know, is it?” she weakly answered. She is really not in the mood for anything right now. Not even work.
The stranger noticed she was not very entertaining or welcoming, but her response did not totally express rejection, so he continued to ask what he wanted to know her answer would be.
“What would it cost me if I ask for your help?” the stranger asked.
Scarlett can sense the severity of his words as if he would do anything for her to agree to make a deal with him. She gave it a thought. Right now, she doesn’t want anything other than an honest company. To blatantly say it, she wants to have a frie
