Mrs Laurette

"I know what else you can do for me," she said, and Mr Oliver swallowed hard.

"And what is that, babe?" He asked.

“I need you to send me the sum of five hundred thousand dollars, as an apology, then I can see of I would consider you, and maybe next time, the thought of you raising your hands on Mr would be something you would never want to think about,” Mrs Laurette mumbled, eying Mr Oliver from head to toe.

“Common babe, I have already apologized, you can possibly as me to pay you for your forgiveness, you know what five hundred thousand dollars can do, that's huge babe,”

“Now, aren't you the one who said you would take me shopping, why can't I shop with five hundred thousand dollars, is it too much? Or don't you know how expensive things are these days?“ Mrs Laurette grumbled.

“You know what?“ She said.

“I'll leave instead, do not bother about given me your money, you stingy murder fucker, now get out of my way!“ She said furiously, and Mr Oliver paved the way for her.

Wait! He pave