Chapter 91 What Do You Want
Daniel's words made Isabella's face fall. Her naturally stunning features were now sallow and gaunt due to the curse, and her furrowed brows from anger made her resemble a zombie.
"What do you want?" Isabella asked coldly.
"Money, of course! You live in a detached villa; you're clearly not short on cash. Besides, I’m a respectable man; I charge women for my medical services, no matter how beautiful they are. So don’t worry."
"You..."
Isabella was so frustrated she felt a twinge in her liver.
"Don’t get angry, Isabella. You need to stay calm. Keeping your cool will keep the curse inside you at bay."
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
"For what?"
"You know what I'm saying!" Isabella stamped her foot in exasperation, her teeth clenched. "You’re deliberately trying to rile me up!"
"Well, you said you’d send me to a mental hospital this afternoon? I’m thankful it was just a joke, and I was only joking just now. It’s called tit for tat! But enough jokes, let’s talk about your payment.
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