Charlotte almost lost her voice screaming, "You're crazy to call me directly! What if someone finds out?"
"Good Charlotte, what are you afraid of? I'm not stupid, I'm using a disposable phone number. I'll throw it away after the call, no one will know."
Charlotte sat back on the bed with a sigh of relief, "I told you not to come back, why did you come back? The police are watching very closely now, they might find you!"
Thomas smiled thievishly, "Just not enough money. Had to come back to you."
"Damn it, did you go gambling again? I've given you two million before! Have you ever seen two million in your life? Did you spend it all so quickly?" Charlotte got angry and opened her mouth to scold, regardless of her usual gentle and virtuous image.
"Got an itchy hand and couldn't control it. Besides, you're here, right? You have plenty of money now, so let me enjoy it too." At the other end of the phone, Thomas was quite straightforward, as if he was sure Charlotte would give him everything.
"Get lost! You've failed to do what you were told to do, and you still have the nerve to ask for money? Leave Khebury and don't ever come back!" She really regretted that she had asked this useless bastard to do the job. Not only did she not get the job done, but he caused a lot of trouble.
"Good Charlotte, I don't have any money on me, and it costs quite a lot staying in these hotels."
"If you dare to call me like that again, I'll tear your mouth off! What do you think you are?" Charlotte's face showed a ruthless look, as if she wanted to skin him alive through the screen.
"Hey, hey, hey, I know you're something now. Give me another ten million and I'll leave Khebury and never come back!" Thomas's voice was tinged with disdain; she had winced under him and begged him for help, but now she was just so snobbish.
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