Chapter 1126 A billion? Where was Sherry supposed to find that kind of money? She blinked before
blurting out, “Sure, you investeda billion dollars, but the project has been doing well for the past year.
You must have made good money.” John replied with a smile, “Yeah, a little.
It’s only two hundred million.
I'm still eight hundred million away from gaining back the principal.” Sherry pursed her lips.
She did not have a hundred million, much less eight hundred million.
The look on her face tempted him to pinch her cheeks once more.
“Don't you have anything to say?" Pressing her lips together, Sherry said, “The Fowlers and Browns
owe you themoney.
Demand it from them.” He gave her cheeks a good squeeze.
"That may be so, but you were the one who signed the contract.” Sherry took a deep breath.
“…
I have been with you for more than a year.
That should count as something." “Ha.” He snickered while sizing her up in a devilish manner.
"You give yourself too much credit, Sherry, but your looks are only above average in today’s market.
Even at the highest market value, you're worth about a million for a year plus.
It's not even a fraction of the eight hundred million." Sherry was speechless.
Market? Market value? Bottling up her spite, Sherry shot him a dirty look.
“I sewed for you every single day! That's at least a few hundred pieces.” John looked at her with a grin.
“Oh, that’s right.
I threw your embroideries away, right next to the trash can on the sidewalk.
Even the strays passing by wouldn't look at them.” Sherry was furious! She could let the call
girlcomment slide but to insult the masterpieces that she had painstakingly stayed up all night doing
was another thing.
Fueled by anger like never before , Sherry clenched her hands that were still tied upas she gritted her
teeth and glared at him.
John curled his lips and smiled at her in delight.
"Ah!” With a shout, she thrust her head forward and rammed into him.
Wham! The man's straight silhouette tumbled backward and fell onto the sofa.
Sherry quickly pounced on him and sat down with her butt on top of him.
With her bound hands, she whacked his face.
“John, you j*rk! I'm going to take you down with me!” Overtaken by a certain emotion, the man lifted his
arm.
His hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her off.
I
Thump.
Sherry crashed onto him.
John swiftly held her down against his chest with his free hand.
Sherry was trapped within his arms.
She lifted her head and stared daggers at him.
He was coughing until his face was red, probably due to her headbutt.
It did not take long before John recovered.
Now that she was immobilized, John’s lips curled.
“You have a hard head, Sherry.”
Sherry sneered.
"It must be fun to use it as a soccer ball.” He caressed her hair.
Although the color had drained from her face, Sherry hid it with a scoff.
“Maybe.
But you seem to have a solid head too.
I wonder if it’s good for soccer.
How about I test that out for you?”.
John narrowed his eyes.
“What are you trying to pull?” Curling her lips, Sherry abruptly lifted her chin and putall force into
bashing his forehead.
John was stunned into silence.
He winced as he shifted his head to the side.
Wham!
Sherry left a depression on the sofa.
With a scoff, she instantly lifted her head again.
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