As Harry Zachary drove into the gates of the villa community, he made a call to Hannah Hargrave. By the time the black jeep pulled up to Nicholas Croft's villa, Hannah was already waiting at the door.
She wore a maroon shirt with a matching short skirt, and a beige trench coat over it. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, making her look like a picture-perfect scene from afar. But beneath that beautiful facade hid a filthy and malicious heart.
"Been waiting long?" Harry didn't get out of the car, but rolled down the window and smiled at Hannah.
Hannah glanced at him unhappily, then walked around the back of the car towards the passenger seat.
"Why did it take you so long to do some side work? Isn't the salary I give you enough for pocket money?" Hannah asked gloomily after getting into the passenger seat, while Harry's smile was somewhat inscrutable.
"Miss, who would ever have too much money? Better earn more while I'm young; what will I live on in a few years for retirement?"
