Money Is Always Right

Camilla rummaged through the darkness, pulled out the ingredients, and deftly began cooking.

Ivan took a spoonful of the beef stew, which had been finished in an instant, and praised it.

“It’s delicious today, too.”

“Hehe, I’m honored. Is there anything else you need?”

“Your behavior has been good lately. Keep it up.”

“Understood!!”

It had been quite some time since Camilla had started making lemonade between her legs.

If there was one thing she had learned in the meantime, it was that there was virtually no chance of escaping Ivan’s grasp or killing him.

In other words, there was no way to silence Ivan.

If she got on his bad side and he spread some strange rumor, she would truly be finished...