"Would you reject a four-hundred-dollar gift?" Edward Foster asked nervously, "Or..."
Lawrence Winters quickly interrupted him, saying gently but firmly, "It's just four hundred bucks for young Mr. Edward, but for me, it's four million. If I take this car, how can I face my colleagues? It's impossible."
Edward Foster rolled his eyes, wondering what spell he'd fallen under to take a liking to such a girl.
What's wrong with being money-minded?
Just take the car keys and happily thank him, wouldn't everyone be delighted?
But he realized he couldn't let go of Lawrence Winters.
Edward Foster shook his head and said, "Alright, but do you like the car?"
"I love it! I absolutely love it!" Lawrence Winters thought of her recent twenty million commission and painfully said, "...How about I buy this car from young Mr. Edward?"
