Pampered by the Demon

The pen holder reminded them of the past.

Scarlett tried to change the topic. But Mike held her chin and forced her to look at his burning gaze.

"If you like it, I can buy another one and give it to you."

If she behaved like that night, he could give her everything she wanted.

His voice was low and sexy.

However, Scarlett replied coldly.

"I don't need it. It is too extravagant for me. However, if you exempt me from repaying my debts, I will be very grateful to you!"

Her words made Mike angry again.

He tightened his grip on her chin.

"You want to leave me?"

She felt that she was "not free".

Scarlett didn't understand why Mike got furious again.

She pushed his hand away and rubbed her sore chin.

"If it isn't because of my debts, why do I have to stay here? Can't you be gentle to me? It hurts!"

If she had known it earlier, she would ignore him and wouldn't come back. Scarlett looked at him in a huff.

Her words pierced through him like a sharp sword.

He sneered and took two steps back, looking at her coldly.

She was not willing to stay here. In her eyes, he was a bad person, and only Richard was good and respectable.

Scarlett felt nervous under his gaze. He was so easy to get angry. It was painful to get along with him.

"Clean it up," Mike said coldly.

"What?" Scarlett didn't understand why he suddenly said this.

The topic seemed to have changed quickly.

"Since you want to repay your debts, you should work hard for me and clean it up immediately!"

Mike thought, "Since you want to be a servant, I'll satisfy you."

Then Scarlett began to clean up under his gaze.

She squatted and picked up the documents that he had thrown away. Then, she collected the larger fragments and swept the smaller fragments.

He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, looking at her silently.

Scarlett felt nervous under his gaze.

But she had to repay her debts. She had no choice but to work for him.

There was only the sound of her sweeping.

Mike looked at her serious face. He hated it.

She was angry but had to stay here because of debts. It was similar to the time when they got married.

He clenched his fist and then loosened it. The white gauze on his hand was eye-catching.

The reason why she showed kindness to him was that she wanted to leave him.

He felt pain.

"Richard will hold an engagement party in a month. I want you to attend with me."

She was cleaning up the glass shards. When she heard it, her hand trembled. The shards stabbed into her palm and blood immediately flowed out.

"Damn it!" He strode over.

He pulled her to the sofa and helped her deal with the wound carefully.

"Why are you so panicked when you hear that he is about to get engaged? Do you still like him?" His voice was filled with anger.

His action of sprinkling the potion on her hand deliberately became heavier, which made Scarlett feel sore.

"Be gentle ... I'm not panicked by it. I'm shocked because you suddenly speak."

It was quiet and he suddenly spoke in a cold voice.

"You don't care that he is about to get engaged?"

He looked at her and tried to tell whether she was lying.

She replied, "It doesn't matter whether I care it or not. It has been a reality. If you want me to attend with you, remember to give me a salary."

Mike couldn't tell from her calm expression whether she still liked Richard.

In the drawer of his desk, there was a report from a detective agency.

It recorded the things between Scarlett and Richard. But he didn't open it.

Never.

He didn't want to read it.

She was also surprised that she was so calm when hearing it.

Perhaps, from the moment she saw Richard, she realized that he was no longer the boy who rode a bicycle and carried her through the streets and alleys.

They had changed a lot.

Dissatisfied with her erratic expression, Mike tightened his grip on her hand. She was so hurt that tears were about to come out. Then he carefully blew at her wound.

"You are so silly." Mike sighed.

Scarlett was unhappy. She thought that Mike was unreasonable.

The injury on her feet had not healed. And now there was a wound on her hand.

But Mike, the culprit, accused her of being stupid.

"How about the camera?" He made a beautiful knot on her hand.

"Very good. I have never had such a good camera. Is it really just a simplified version?"

Mike answered, "Of course." He would never tell her the truth.

He knew that if she knew that the camera was worthy of a mansion, she would sell it out.

Then she could repay her debts and leave him.

She would definitely do so.

Thinking of this, Mike glared at her.

"The camera is excellent. The president of EF Corporation is a man of conscience. By the way, I hear that you are good friends. Can I meet him in the future?"

He looked at her warily. "Why do you want to see Ben?"

"He is the champion of the International Photography Competition. His work is grand and magnificent. I like it very much. If there is a chance..."

"He is a womanizer."

"What?" She just admired his talent and wanted to communicate with him about photography. Why did Mike say this?

"He has many girlfriends. Stay away from him."

If Ben was here and heard Mike's words, he would feel very grieved.

Mike had been so cold to him.

"Really? I don't know that he is such a bad guy."

Mike asked, "Are you familiar with him? Do you know him a lot?"

Scarlett replied, "I just like his photography. Can you help me get his signature?"

She remembered that they were good friends.

"He is dissolute."

Just as Mike spoke ill of Ben, something happened.