My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 11 One Million Dollars 

Chapter 11 One Million Dollars

I glared at Brian and asked: “What is going on?”

Brian didn’t dare look at me and avoided his gaze. “Jennie, I’m also just a staff, I’m not sure about what happened. The boss told us you have to take this project. If you accept this, our company will earn five-hundred thousand dollars and give you 50 thousand dollars alone as commission. If you leave after that, then we will let you go.”

It was supposed to be a 2 year project, now it had become 10 years. I knew immediately who ordered this.

The next day, Brian sent me to the Mason Company branch’s office to work. I had to go, I didn’t have a million dollars to pay.

Reaching at the Mason’s, the assistant brought me up to the 22th floor. She knocked the door and I heard a familiar voice saying: “Enter.”

I forced myself to calm my hatred.

The assistant opened the door and I went in.

Sitting in front of the desk was Lance, staring at his computer. He looked up and looked at me up and down. “You still came.” He smirked.

I scoffed and said: “You forced me here, of course I’m here.”

Lance smiled evilly and said: “Sit.”

Creative Designs have already transferred your contract to

surprised. I

a look? Don’t believe

suddenly. “Jennie, there’s nothing impossible here, I can make your life a living hell

glare. “Of course I believe you, you’re the all powerful Lance Mason,

brief moment. Lance asked excitedly:

his eyes and said: “Why don’t you just kill me, makes you more comfortable

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my words. His mood suddenly became really good. He stood up and pressed his palms on the table. Then, he bent down towards my face to speak to me with an evil grin. I could smell the expensive red wine from his breath. “What’s the fun in

knew it! He wanted me to be the designer not because he believed in my talent, he wanted to make my life

peaceful life, but he just wouldn’t let it happen!

afraid to die, so why

give a damn’ expression and looked

What a stupid question.

if I am, will you let me go?”

Lance answered shortlys “No.“

waved my hand casually and said: “What’s the

oddly peaceful for me. Lance didn’t try to make me suffer whenever he could. He

could see him, he could see me too. I noticed him catching a