He looked at me with a sinister expression, "Let's have fun?"
"Sebastian, are you crazy? I am married. Even if I wasn't, I won't fall in love with you anyway. Plus, if you don't love Naomi, tell her. It's only fair to her!" This man had two sides to him. He could be a gentleman at times, or cold and vicious, and even shameless at other times.
I realized that maybe this man didn't know me at all. He was like a devil who roamed around the world to find preys to feast on.
"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you." As he said this, he pressed me down in my seat and looked at me, "How about that? As long as you agree, I will get your daughter the most suitable kidney."
I looked at him in disbelief. He said these words too casually. It was as if he could randomly find a kidney on the streets. To him, it was effortless.
He sat opposite me as he watched me, "If you agree with my conditions. I will arrange it immediately."
I pursed my lips and glared at him. I couldn't find any words to describe him anymore.
The waiter served me coffee. I took it and splashed it directly on his face. Then, I said, "If you're sick, I advise you to see a doctor as soon as possible. Don't come ruining other people's lives."
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