Dirk Carter slowly turned around.
Sheryl Schultz was stunned.
After a moment of shock, she exclaimed, "How is it you?"
"Why can't it be me?"
Dirk Carter countered.
Sheryl swallowed.
She said, "Eight hundred... eight hundred points, all... all given by you?"
"Who else?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Sheryl still couldn't quite believe it.
She even looked around, as if there might be someone else in the room.
"Is it really you?"
She asked again.
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and sat down on the sofa.
He said, "You said you wanted to earn money with your own ability, and you did it."
At that moment, Sheryl didn't know what to say or do, like a headless fly.
She stood there for a long time.
Then she sighed deeply and said, "Alright, it's you, no matter who it is. For the next 24 hours, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I'm yours now."
On her body.
She was wearing the pencil skirt from the first round of the competition.
Unzipping it,
The skirt fell to the ground.
