Davey still had a casual look on his face.
He put down his crossed legs, stared at Jimena, and asked, âWhat are you sorry for?â
âI⦠Iâ¦â Jimena hesitated for a while.
Then, finally, she confessed, âI shouldnât have agreed to buy medicine for madam.
â
âMedicine? What medicine?â
Jimena handed Davey a piece of paper.
Davey recognized Caseyâs handwriting.
Jimena banged her head hard on the floor.
âIâm sorry, Mr.
Glyn.
I shouldnât have taken her money.
She promised me fifty thousand dollars, so I agreed to buy medicine for her.
â
After reading the paper, Davey said expressionlessly, âFifty thousand? She is generous.
â
âIâm sorry, Mr.
Glyn.
Itâs all my fault.
I promise I wonât do it again.
Please give me one more chance.
.
â
âBuy it for her,â Davey interrupted impatiently, his voice cold.
âMr.
Glyn?â
The corners of Daveyâs lips curved into a smile.
He threw the paper back to Jimena.
âI said, buy it for her.
â
Jimena stared at Davey in a daze, wondering if she had heard it wrong.
After confirming that Davey really meant what he said, she still didnât dare pick up the paper on the floor.
Davey was somewhat satisfied with Jimenaâs timid look.
He said in a low voice, âItâs okay, Jimena.
But from now on, whatever she says to you, you should let me know.
â
âOkay, Mr.
Glyn.
I will.
â Jimena was sure Davey was not joking, so she immediately agreed.
âBy the wayâ¦â Davey paused, restraining his emotions.
Then, he continued in a low voice, âHow long will it take for her to recover?â
Jimena was speechless for a moment.
Thinking of Caseyâs bruised body, Jimena couldnât help but feel sorry for her.
She thought for a while and said, âNormally, it will take a month.
She needs to have a good rest.
â
âThatâs too long,â Davey said indifferently.
âShe must be cured in five days.
â
Jimena was rendered speechless again.
Judging from Daveyâs cold and indifferent face, Jimena knew he was not joking.
She didnât know whether it was a blessing or a misfortune to be loved by a man like him.
Jimena lowered her head and said softly, âI will do my best, Mr.
Glyn.
â
Davey seemed to be smiling.
But the corners of his mouth were sinking, making it hard to tell his emotions.
âJimena, I believe in your ability.
I know you wonât let me down.
â
His voice sounded gentle, but it made Jimena feel invisible pressure.
She knew that if she couldnât do it, the consequences would be serious.
Davey leaned back on the sofa and said in a low voice, âJimena, since you are so easily tempted by the fifty thousand dollars, it means you are not satisfied with your current salary.
If thatâs the case, I will give you an extra fifty thousand every month.
Just take good care of her.
â
âNo, no, no.
Itâs mot like that, Mr.
Glynâ¦â Jimena waved her hands and shook her head vigorously.
She would never dare to ask for money from Davey.
However, he suddenly said, âJimena, my patience is limited.
Youâd better not refute my words.
â