She is only Leyla, in his eyes she was no one, not Mrs. King. Leyla had realized this a long time ago, and she was able to reply calmly: "I have no expectation. As for whether Mr. King will help or not, I have no control over it."
Although, Lance doesn't like Leyla, he appreciates her knowledge of her current position, "Mrs King feels that besides being pretty, is there anything else you can do?"
As he spoke, he stretched his arms behind Leyla, leaned lazily on the car seat, and his eyes fell on her with deep meaning.
"Perhaps, as long as you make me happy with your body, I might be able to help you out a little."
Lance's handsome face was tense, and his faint eyes seemed to be waiting to see her joke. How can she face him who is desperate for her own interests?
However, Leyla was sti
