You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 390

Charlotte almost lost her voice screaming, "You're crazy to call me directly! What if someone finds out?"

"Good Charlotte, what are you afraid of? I'm not stupid, I'm using a disposable phone number. I'll throw it away after the call, no one will know."

Charlotte sat back on the bed with a sigh of relief, "I told you not to come back, why did you come back? The police are watching very closely now, they might find you!"

Thomas smiled thievishly, "Just not enough money. Had to come back to you."

"Damn it, did you go gambling again? I've given you two million before! Have you ever seen two million in your life? Did you spend it all so quickly?" Charlotte got angry and opened her mouth to scold, regardless of her usual gentle and virtuous image.

"Got an itchy hand and couldn't control it. Besides, you're here, right? You have plenty of money now, so let me enjoy it too." At the other end of the phone, Thomas was quite straightforward, as if he was sure Charlotte would give him everything.

"Get lost! You've failed to do what you were told to do, and you still have the nerve to ask for money? Leave Khebury and don't ever come back!" She really regretted that she had asked this useless bastard to do the job. Not only did she not get the job done, but he caused a lot of trouble.

"Good Charlotte, I don't have any money on me, and it costs quite a lot staying in these hotels."

"If you dare to call me like that again, I'll tear your mouth off! What do you think you are?" Charlotte's face showed a ruthless look, as if she wanted to skin him alive through the screen.

"Hey, hey, hey, I know you're something now. Give me another ten million and I'll leave Khebury and never come back!" Thomas's voice was tinged with disdain; she had winced under him and begged him for help, but now she was just so snobbish.

"Ten million!" Charlotte couldn't help but raise her voice and shout, "Do you think I have a money printing machine? I may be the daughter of the Heath family, but I'm not in charge of their money! How can I get so much cash!"

Although she was well fed and clothed, she had all the clothes, jewelry and bags at home, and she could buy anything she wanted with a black gold credit card without limit. But definitely she could not get any cash from the credit card! Cecelia would give her two million pocket money every month.

The last time she gave Thomas cash, it was from her pocket money.

Now, she didn't have $10 million in cash on hand either, and even if she asked and Cecelia would give her the money, how would she explain to Cecelia? What the money would be used for?

"You can think of a way." Thomas sneered, "You are so rich now. The money is definitely a problem to you, right? I'll take this money and I promise not to appear in front of you again! I'm not going to gamble anymore, and this money is enough to last me a lifetime. I'm in Khebury now, I'll leave as soon as I get the money!"

"I don't have that much money, five million at the most." Charlotte's eyes went cold, her voice impatient.

"Five million? That's not enough. You'd better raise the money as soon as possible. The longer I stay in the city, the more dangerous the situation will be for you. You don't want me to get caught either, right. I can't stand the interrogation, and it would be bad if I dragged you down with me then."

It was simply a blatant threat, Charlotte clutched the bed sheet and rubbed it extremely wrinkled.

Damn Thomas, how dared he threaten her!

"Good Charlotte, you don't want anyone to know about the relationship you and I used to have, do you? Now if you give me the money, I promise not to reveal a single word about you. Although, I have missed your body to death. But I knew better than to disturb your life, right? Miss Heath." Thomas added more wood to the fire.