Chapitre 147: Classic red (1)

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Emmy: I need your help.

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I texted the red rose man. I was waiting anxiously because, honestly, I didn't want to be entangled with that crazy guy in any way. 

But he was my source of income right now, sort of sugar daddy… but a very creepy one. And we were probably around the same age anyway.

Ding!

That red rose man finally replied, and I started my round of chat with him.

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Emmy: I need your help.

xx: Help? Oh, my dearest wife needs my help. Of course, I will help you, darling. Just tell your husband, what do you want? I'll give you anything.

Emmy: I need money.

xx: Money? How much? I have… hm… around 1 million dollars in my bank account right now. I can get more, but it'll take about 3 days. And it will be even more difficult if you want it cash, dear.

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