urpose?" Eve almost laughed, she held back her laughter and thought this was all funny. But Nolan's indifferent expressio

ing out a pack of cigarettes. He lit a match and then

f your pathetic life, but it's al

f people who think that strippers are the same as prostitutes—both are dirty jobs, is wrong and Eve doesn't care. She also didn't care if Nolan saw

lt me ​​when you ne

Eve? From the start, you weren't

elp in a job that looks like it has to be perfect?

you s

y turned cold. The man stepped closer, the thick aroma of nicotine wafting th

rs again, the man next to him nodded and took out a long piece of paper from the ba

nk c

en thought that checks only existed in romance novels that she often read in the library. But n

n without being hurt again and more importantly, Eve could free herself from the invisible restraints of her stepmother

father was tortured in prison. I know it's not important, but I lik

most important father. After receiving cruel treatment from people in the prison cell, her father was always tortured and suffered serious injuries. Eve cannot bear t

A man who has long held a grudge because Eve's mother had a relationship with Nolan's father. Even if it was true, it wasn't her mother who

order issued by a rich person seems to be a li

e and think logically. She could plan another revenge later after this.

side Eve and said casually. “Just get married, wait for my

wi

t intending to explain, but Eve

t me get to the heart of the matter.

ed slightly. “Good self-awareness. I'll e

ings up deftly while N

o h

and turned his head. “Tim

p immediately led Eve out of the room. Ignoring Eve who wa

ding twenty minutes ago had pulled over to a salon to do Eve's make-up and was driving through the busy traffic on Broadway. Eve sat a little uncomfortable in a dress made

a cold look as if it almost sounded like a threat. Instead of being

want to say, M

, then looked away at the view

n important event, or wears beautiful dresses like this—the one Eve spied on could cost almost ten thousand

ike at Nolan's house. The impression was too vague, especially because it had been almost ten years since Eve rem

called to the man who i

ink this work will b

then put his feet on his back in

't you the fashion designer of the very famous

ke. “What do you poor people think? Do you think

the wrong thing because Nolan was now leaning i

resident, the Wellington family's sacred will is something I have to

lem. But when she glanced at Nolan's sharp eyes, the blue as deep as the sea reflected