Chapter 68

"Miss Flores, Mr Tyrone is a powerful man. Don't destroy your future over this!" Manager Hawkins had already ran up and he started to persuade her. He had seen this many times before. Simona looked up at him, only feeling sad. She had no future, this part-time job was only for the present, for her father. She replied solemnly, "Thanks." The heat was atrociously bad, and she felt like there was sandpaper on her heel and knives in between her toes as she walked back in high heels. Matthew watched Simona come walking back. He couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the brand on the side of the car. Simona was already in the car. She raised her hand to fasten her seat belt. The leather seat was very comfortable, but she is sitting on pins and needles. Matthew didn't speak. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case. "Thank you, Miss Flores. Light this cigarette for me please." He handed the silver-white lighter to her, and his words were