Chapter 9

　　Jake's voice came from behind again. 　　Shane was stunned. 　　After a while, she turned around and said, "My charges are very expensive." 　　Jake nodded and said, "I know..." 　　"You know?!", Shane was shocked. 　　Jake stood still in front of her and the aroma of the coffee in his hand rushed into Shane's nose. 　　"You don't need to do anything else, I just need you to find a way to persuade him to go back to school, and to teach him every Saturday for an hour. I will pay you 310 dollars per class...", Jake said calmly. 　　Shane calculated it in her mind. Although she was unwilling, having more than 1000 dollars a month was indeed a big attraction. 　　With a monthly salary of less than 600 dollars, she couldn't think of any reason to refuse, and immediately nodded and said, "Okay, deal!" 　　With that, Shane snatched the coffee in Jake’s hand, took two big sips, and then returned it to his hand and said, “I’m too thirsty, but the coffee doesn’t taste very good. Thank you……" 　　After speaking, Shane pushed the door and left like a gust of wind. Jake looked down at the coffee that she had drunk halfway down, and his mouth curled up unknowingly. 　　... 　　On a Saturday. 　　Shane hurried over according to the address of the villa given by Jake. 　　This is a fairly large-scale three-story building. In addition to luxury, it's also vaguely deserted. 　　As soon as she got out of the car, a nanny was already waiting to meet her at the door. 　　With the nanny walked in. 　　In the foyer. 　　Shane lowered her head and put on slippers which were a pair of men's large slippers. 　　The nanny escorted her to the room on the right-hand side of the second floor, then turned and left. 　　Shane knocked on the door, saw no movement inside, pushed the door and walked in. 　　The color in the room is very simple, except for black and white, it is gray, luxurious. It also gives a dull and depressing atmosphere. 　　All the curtains were drawn, and only one dim sleep lamp was turned on. 　　Without waiting for Shane to adapt to the light here, she was suddenly hugged from behind. 　　Shane screamed and rushed away from the restraint behind him. 　　She turned her head, and a tall and handsome boy in his 20s stood in front of her with a smirk. 　　Shane frowned, raised his head, met his nice eyebrows, and asked angrily, "Are you Jonas Smith?" 　　Jonas nodded, and arrogantly bypassed Shane and sat on the opposite sofa to look at her. 　　"Hello, I am Shane..." 　　Shane fixed her composure and stretched out her hand towards him. 　　Jonas didn't shake hands with her, but raised his eyelids, and said with a sullen expression, "I don't think it's necessary to shake hands, right? We don't have much time, come and help me undress." 　　Shane didn't understand what he meant, so her pretty brows were tightly twisted. 　　Seeing that Shane didn't move, Jonas became even more impatient. 　　He got up from the sofa, grabbed Shane's hand, and walked in the direction of the big bed. 　　Shane was pulled tightly by his wrist, unable to break free. 　　In front of the big bed, Jonas pushed Shane onto it with a slight effort. 　　With Jonas' body pressed down, Shane knew what he was going to do. 　　Shane put his hands across his chest in a protective posture with a pale face, and said: "If you mess up again, I will call someone?" 　　Jonas was obviously shocked by her words. 　　However, after a while, he said with a smirk, "Since the conditions have been set up in advance, there is no need to pretend to be so innocent, right? I have no time to flirt with you. I am used to quickie. Should I take it off for you?" 　　Shane pushed him off her body and quickly sat up from the bed. 　　She angrily looked at Jonas, who was blank after being pushed away, and said, "I am a psychologist and agreed to receive 300 dollars an hour. If you resist the treatment, I can tell your family that you don’t need it and that you did this to me..." 　　"Psychologist?" 　　Jonas's face paled suddenly. 　　After fixing her clothes, Shane also sat up from the bed. 　　Her underwear was unbuttoned accidentally. 　　Without raising her head, she said to Jonas, "I'll go to the bathroom and give you 5 minutes to think about it. If you don't want to get the treatment, I can leave immediately." 　　After speaking, Shane turned around and pushed open the bathroom door and locked it inside. 　　Jonas was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of Shane's words. 　　After he reacted, he quickly touched the phone from the bedside, pressed a series of numbers, and shouted at the phone, "What the hell is going on? What's with a decent woman? Why did you send me a psychologist?" 　　"..." 　　Shane sat on the toilet in the bathroom, refastened the buttons of her underwear, got up and walked in the direction of the sink. 　　In her life, she has a sense of resistance to those rich second generations who behave strangely. 　　She has encountered many such patients, and the cause of many of them is because the family members were overprotective, so they have lost the most basic anti-stress ability in society. 　　And like the one in front of her, she didn't notice any signs of depression. 　　At the very least, patients suffering from severe depression will not have such strong physical needs.