The moment she heard "one million," Jasmine Warren’s eyes practically sparkled.

One million!

This was one million dollars!

’I wouldn’t mind trying a few more times for that!’

’If I tried ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times, I’d be set for life!’

’I wouldn’t even need to look for a job. I could just lie around at home all day counting my money. How relaxing would that be!’

’At least then I wouldn’t have to put up with all the crap that comes with job hunting, not to mention being pushed around by this... plastic... surgery... guy...’

With that, Jasmine Warren readily agreed, "Alright, you’ve got a deal!"

The corner of the man’s mouth curled up. He said wickedly, "You... go ahead and try. If you lose, it’s on me."

Jasmine Warren might not have had any real experience in this... department, but she had certainly watched her fair share of TV dramas. So, furrowing her pretty brow, she decided to use the techniques she’d seen on screen.

The man’s expression flickered. Despite his usually excellent self-control, he was now starting to feel a bit anxious.

’If I’m the first one to crack, this won’t be much fun anymore.’

’Besides, this woman doesn’t seem... normal. If I lose, she’ll definitely just turn around and walk away.’

’What am I supposed to do then, left here all by myself?’

At this thought, the man could only grit his teeth and force himself to endure.

When she looked up and saw the man still sitting there, his expression unchanged, Jasmine Warren started to get annoyed.

’Looks like this guy really isn’t interested in me... at all.’

’I might not be some goddess-like beauty, but I’m still a woman, for crying out loud!’

’Damn it, for him to be so uninterested in me... isn’t that a total slap in the face?’

’As a woman, how could I possibly stand for this?!’

At this thought, Jasmine Warren grew even bolder.

But the man just stared at her, his eyes cold. Jasmine Warren was instantly exasperated. ’So I really have... zero... charm whatsoever?!’

Furious, Jasmine Warren ripped open Jason Lockwood’s shirt... and when she saw what was underneath... Jasmine Warren felt her head spin. ’Oh my god... this is... this is just too...’

’This plastic surgery guy looks like a total pretty boy, so how can he have a body like *that*?’

’I feel like I’m about to crack first. *Sob*, this is just too... too much...’

’I feel like I can’t go on anymore. No, it’s not that I can’t... it’s that *I’m* about to lose. That bastard...’

Seeing the surprise on her face, the man’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. He sneered, "You’ve lost."

"Who lost? Who says I lost? I refuse to believe it." Her pride instantly took a hit. She tilted her small face up and shot back, dissatisfied.

"Is that so?"

"Of course! And I still refuse to believe it! Unless there’s something wrong with you!" As she spoke, Jasmine Warren moved her face directly against...

The man’s fair, handsome face instantly flushed red.

’This... this woman really isn’t normal!’

’Who does things like this?’

’But... why do I kind of like it?’

Jasmine Warren continued her efforts...

’This... should... be the right way to do it, right?’

’If even this doesn’t work, I’m going to have to seriously suspect that this... plastic... surgery... guy... might be...?’

After working at it for a good while, Jasmine Warren suddenly deflated. "You... you don’t actually have a problem, do you?"

Jason Lockwood’s expression instantly darkened...

’A problem?’