The glamorous young woman leaned against the sofa, the lingering flush still visible on her face. Her form-fitting black slip dress was slightly rumpled, its straps slipping a fraction off her shoulders, and her high heels had been kicked off to the side.
Looking at the handsome young man with a complex gaze, she said, "Give me your account information, and I'll transfer five million to you. Let's pretend none of this ever happened."
"When we walk out of here, I don't know you, and you don't know me."
Chapter 37