Winifred's sweet nothings poured out one after another. Clive stared into her eyes and suddenly smiled. "You are so good to me, Winifred."
He turned his head and took a deep drag of his cigarette. The smoke blurred his expression, hiding the dark gloom in his eyes.
However... what Winifred said wasn't completely unreasonable. He was already keeping Winifred company. What difference would a few more women make?
At that thought, he stubbed out his cigarette, turned to look at Winifred, and curled his lips into an ingratiating smile.
"The only reason I have what I do today is because of your affection, Winifred. I certainly have no objections to your idea. I trust you."
Winifred smiled with satisfaction and patted his cheek. "Good boy."
Since Clive was so obedient and cooperative, it saved her a lot of trouble.
Winifred got up, took a check from a drawer in the vanity table, and placed it on the nightstand. "Here is your reward."
Clive glanced at it. A cool million.
A flash of mockery crossed his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a sycophantic grin. "Thank you, Winifred."
Looking at his submissive demeanor, Winifred found herself in an excellent mood. "There's a private party tonight. You're coming with me."
Clive nodded. "Okay."
Before setting off for the party, Winifred personally selected a dark blue suit for Clive to wear. She stood in front of him, adjusting his tie, and said in a soft voice, "Mrs. Judson prefers mature, grounded men. This is the perfect look for you tonight."
Clive looked down at her with a faint smirk. "You put so much effort into taking care of me. I don't even know how to repay you."
Winifred laughed lightly, sliding a finger over his chest. "Performing well tonight will be the best repayment you could offer me."
Clive nodded, his gaze dark. "I definitely won't let you down, Winifred."
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