"Take a guess," Debra grinned.
Jordan sighed, "If you're just looking for some fun, I won't stop you. But you can't go overboard, alright?"
Debra laughed, seeing that he was taking it seriously.
It seemed that in just seven days, her reputation in Seamar City had become quite something. Word had spread that she was a flirt and was slowly letting herself go.
Several partners were even trying to push male artists into her arms.
She didn't see this as a bad thing. No one could resist handsome boys. That was right up her alley.
After Jordan left, Ben called.
"Madam, we need to transfer another sum of money overseas today, about 30 million dollars."
"Send it."
"But in just seven days, we've already transferred 70 million dollars."
Though it was Debra's decision, 100 million was no small amount for the company.
"Do as I say. Don't tell anyone about it. If we can't pay it back by the end of the year, I'll cover it myself."
"Yes, ma'am."
Debra hung up the phone and pulled out the IV needle from her arm.
"I have something important to do."
"Is it about the nightclub overseas?"
"How did you know?"
Debra was surprised. She hadn't told anyone about her plan, not even Jordan.
"I figured it out when you asked about For Peace the other day. That isn't a job for women. But if you beg me, I could help you out," he said. "Since you saved my life, I'll let you off this time."
Before she could respond, he added, "Just focus on your recovery. I'll take care of it."
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