My Four Miraculous Treasures novel Chapter 120

Jasper got increasingly frustrated the more he thought about it.

His body couldn’t resist Willow, but his mind scorned her.

More importantly, her family knew about her actions but did not intervene, allowing her to pursue unscrupulous ways of making money.

Be it her criminal case for stealing, seducing men at Cloud Realm to sell wine, or seducing Dale first, and then him at Hughes Corporation, it was all for money.

Leaving a criminal record behind for stealing meant that the item she stole was worth something to her.

Selling wine by seducing men at Cloud Realm was for the sake of earning a commission. After all, men found it difficult to resist alcohol and beautiful women.

Combining them would only further entice them.

Willow only had to pull up her skirt a little, bend down in front of the men and she could sell a bottle of wine.

It was really easy money.

She had seduced Dale by playing hard to get so she didn’t have to do the dirty and tedious tasks. Dale would get someone else to do them instead.

After all, as team leader of the security personnel, Dale had some authority in assigning cleaning duties.

Willow must have seduced him because of this authority so she could push the undesirable work to others while she cleaned the highest floor herself. She didn’t have to work too hard for her monthly wages of eighteen thousand dollars. It was such a clever plan and she was bold enough to execute it.

As for seducing him, she probably wanted to get in bed with him. After all, the money would come so much faster if she just slept with him.

She used all her wits on men.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was Yvette’s cousin, grew up with Yvette, had the same adults educating her, lived in the same environment, and had a bit of Yvette’s shadow in her, Jasper wouldn’t so much as look at her.

How did her brain decipher what he said earlier as a compliment?

Even donkeys weren’t as dumb as she was.

Jasper watched her nervously blinking eyes. Her long lashes were like the wings of a flapping butterfly.