Rejected.

Chapter 5

Her rage was almost running out of check. What in pete sake did Dylan took her for? A slut? Biting down on her lower lip, Patricia refused to speak up for a while.

"Anything to say?" Dylan prodded.

"What's my pay?"

A gold digger, definitely that was Patricia's identity. Daniel couldn't help but loath her and her beauty. What was he expecting? A saint? Damn it! He could imagine how suffocated he will feel, living in the same house with a lunatic. Mentally, he vowed to lock his bedroom to avoid losing his valuables.

"Five hundred thousand dollars monthly plus weekly allowance and additional privileges." Something which you obviously lack. Daniel added mentally.

The last word was meant to be an insult. Glad to have accomplished his aim. Daniel sat back watching greed mixed with anger rolling in her eyes.

"One million dollar!" Patricia called out. They all presumed she was a bitchy gold digger. It didn't pull out any hair from her skin, hence she wasn't bothered.

Alarmed, D