"Which one is your husband?"
Sienna Johnson pointed to Adrian Desmond across the street and said, "That one is my husband."
Julius Jones glanced at the tall man by the roadside, checking the map standing there, and she smiled, "Your husband is very handsome. If the two of you can perform together for an hour, I can give you 300 euros."
Adrian Desmond doing pole dance?
The scene was too "beautiful" for Sienna to imagine.
Sienna shook her head directly, with Adrian's arrogant personality, how could he possibly sell his looks to make money.
If she told Adrian, she wouldn't be able to dance either.
"My husband, never mind."
"If you think the price is low, I can add a bit more, but my business hasn't been great lately, so I can't give you too much," Julius said sincerely.
"Sorry."
Money couldn't tempt Adrian.
"It's a real pity."
Adrian wouldn't be happy about her selling out, and neither wanted Sienna, but she had no choice, under another's eaves, she had to bow her head.
