Qiu Yan was getting restless. The silence was killing her.
She expected Mo Jian to speak—if he was going to accept her proposal or reject it—but no, he was quiet, staring at her face.
When she couldn't endure it any longer and prepared to speak, Mo Jian finally broke the silence.
"Why should I work with you?" His voice was low but chilling. "Just because you say so, or just because you're beautiful. Which one?"
Qiu Yan did not flinch under his piercing gaze or by his cold words. She was already getting used to Mo Jian's behavior.
Against him, the honey trap was useless.
If he found you useless, he would throw you out without batting an eye.
She straightened her back and responded, "Your Thousand Wealth Chamber is powerful and sufficient to do whatever you're planning. What I'm saying is, my consortium can lessen the burden."
"What I've learned so far: you can't do everything. And if you do everything, it won't be as efficient as you may want."
