“On purpose?”

Stanley took a draw of the cigarette, slowly puffed out smoke, then looked calmly at her. It really was troublesome when a woman was too smart.

“Were you hoping for a chance to get a raise, so you didn’t reject my father on purpose?” asked Xyla.

Stanley frowned slightly. “No.”

What was that assumption?

“Then, that means you just want to be with me, don’t you?” Xyla wasn’t giving up on pressing the earlier question.

Stanley kept quiet. Stubbing out the cigarette with one