Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 342

Nixon snorted. Both back then and now, he was always just a tool in Kelly's eyes.

Thinking of his previous experiences, he became colder and unconsciously tightened his grip on her chin. He even left some visible marks on it.

"Ah! It hurts!"

She was in pain and felt that his reaction wasn't proportionate. Did he think the matter was too serious to help her with? But she could only ask him for help.

She couldn't gauge his expression. But even though she was blindfolded, she could feel his hand on her chin. Just as he released his grip, she rubbed his hand with her face.

"I'm a woman. I can't do it. Only you can help me. You'll help me, right?"

What she was talking about was a life-altering matter. But her innocent tone made it sound like she was asking for a bouquet or a gift from her lover. He stared at her and smiled silently.

There was a moment of silence as she waited for his answer. Just when she thought she hadn't managed to seduce him, his voice suddenly filled the air.

"Fine."

She finally relaxed. "I knew you would help me."

She knew her methods of dealing with Nixon would work on any man. Any man except Jonathan, that was. Thinking of her embarrassment when she last saw him, she started blushing.

She didn't think her tricks were useless. To seduce a man like Jonathan, she just needed more sophisticated skills and methods, as well as the right timing.

At that time, he was interested in Rose. It was usual for him not to see other women. But who could guarantee that his interest in her would continue forever?

No man loved only one woman. It was just a matter of time. When Kelly had a chance ...

Kelly was focused on Jonathan, and Nixon noticed this. He wondered who she was thinking about.

He shook her once more, knocking some sense into her. Feeling his anger, she didn't dare think about anything else. She could plan her future with Jonathan some other time.

"Please help me. I'll treat you well after the plan succeeds." She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek affectionately. His beard made her squeamish, but she hid her disgust and faked some passion.

He was very calm.

"You'll treat me well?" He knew better than to believe this vicious woman, who looked innocent and harmless. "Then tell me. What can you give me?"

She believed that all men wanted the same thing.

"Money, women, and glory. I'll give you whatever you want."

The premise was that he still could ask her for all those things after helping her. She had a hint of cruelty about her, and he sensed it. He knew very well what she was thinking.

But he remained calm and asked, "Do you know what I actually want?"

She wasn't interested in what he wanted. But she still asked perfunctorily.