PAID

“Don’t call me ‘sir.‘ I’m a woman,” came a languid voice tinged with youthfulness. Pablo was utterly dumbfounded, wondering if the other

person on the other end had even reached adolescence.

Indeed, Wynter was still young and busy with her homework. Having

recouped their capital, she entrusted Pablo to handle the future

investments on his own.

Pablo sat stupefied in his seat. He never imagined hearing such words from the one he respected. He had expected a mature and experienced elderly man, only to find a young girl instead. @@novelbin@@