Chapter 636 Connor Makes Tom Sell His Body Again
Connor was enjoying a rare moment of peace at his place, sipping on some red wine by the big window. Just as he was about to dive into a book, the doorbell rang.
Rubbing his temples, Connor knew it could only be Tom messing up the password again.
"Your password is impossible to remember," Tom grumbled as he finally got in. "Why not just add my fingerprint? I have to beg you for a temporary password every day."
Connor just glanced at the time, ignoring Tom's complaints. He was home early today.
"You never talk at home. No wonder you're single," Tom said, looking at Connor by the window.
Connor let him rant, silently considering how to make Tom shut up for good.
"Have you eaten?" Tom asked, surprisingly cheerful, even humming a tune.
Connor frowned, and as Tom walked past, his face darkened. "Get out."
Tom was taken aback. "What's your problem?"
"I told you, if you're messing around with relationships, get out of my place," Connor said, spraying disinfectant into the air.
Tom rolled his eyes. "I'm busy all the time. Where would I find time for that?"
"Not with women?" Connor frowned. "Then you're even worse. Take your stuff and get out."
Tom looked down at himself, confused. "What's wrong now?"
"The perfume on you smells awful," Connor said, holding his nose.
Tom sniffed himself. "How would I know where I picked up the scent? Maybe it's from Jasmine?"
"She wouldn't wear something so tacky," Connor scoffed.
Tom glared. "You seem to know her well."
Connor stayed silent.
"I really haven't been messing around. But today, a woman kept bumping into me," Tom said, thinking of Beth, who he saw way too often.
"There's a woman at the company all over you?" Connor squinted at Tom. "Is she blind?"
"Can you be nice? I'm popular with women, unlike you. You deserve to be single forever," Tom said, rolling up his sleeves to disinfect his hands before heading to the kitchen.
Despite his words, Tom was pretty trainable.
"Women have been throwing themselves at me lately. Just today, a new hire at the company clung to me, asking for a tour," Tom boasted.
Connor glanced at him and closed his book. "Do you like Jasmine?"
Tom was surprised. "What's up?"
"Giving you a chance to prove yourself," Connor smirked. "Jasmine's in a tough spot. You're handsome and charming. Helping her out isn't too much, is it?"
Tom closed the fridge door and looked at Connor. "Stop beating around the bush."
He didn't get it.
"Do you really think that woman is clinging to you because she likes you?" Connor looked at Tom. "Let her take advantage, see what she wants. Keep evidence, got it?" Connor was worried about the people around Jasmine were all of pests.
"Connor, are you using me for Jasmine again?" Tom looked like he couldn't believe it.
Connor rubbed his temples. "Didn't you say you liked Jasmine? I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself."
"That was before. She's my sister-in-law now. If I still liked her, Ethan would kill me," Tom said, a bit defiant.
Connor laughed. "At least you have some self-awareness."
"I'm not doing it. Who knows if that woman is clean?" Tom didn't even realize he had caught Connor's cleanliness obsession.
Connor leaned back in his chair, looking at Tom. "I remember you liked my watch?"
Tom thought for a moment. "Give it to me now."
Connor nodded, and Tom immediately rushed into his closet, putting the most expensive watch on his wrist.
"Alright, I'll do whatever you want." Tom agreed immediately.
"Pretend to like her, be completely obedient, and see what she wants. Keep evidence, understand?" Connor placed a recording pen on the table.
Tom scoffed and took the pen. "Connor, you care a lot about Jasmine. Let me tell you, Ethan's not dead yet. Don't get any ideas about Jasmine. While Ethan's not home, I'm guarding the door for him."
Connor looked at Tom like he was an idiot. "Alright, you can go cook now."
Tom snorted and obediently went to cook.
He had agreed to do housework, cook, clean, and do laundry at Connor's place for a salary.
Only a fool wouldn't make money.
Jasmine had just entered the LY when she saw Emily walking in with a new designer bag, high heels, and a high-end outfit with perfectly done makeup.
"Won the lottery recently?" Jasmine asked.
"Something like that." Emily raised an eyebrow.
A colleague from the project department chimed in with a smile. "Recently, a rich guy has been pursuing Emily. He's super handsome, like a celebrity, and drives a million-dollar car."
"Really?" Jasmine was a bit surprised but also somewhat relieved. "If he's a good guy, you should try dating."
"In my situation, who would want a woman who can't have children?" Emily lowered her voice.
Jasmine patted Emily's shoulder. "Maybe you can tell him directly. If he minds, then he's not a good person. But what if he doesn't mind?"
"I told him, and he said he doesn't mind," Emily said, looking at Jasmine and stopping in her tracks.
Jasmine also stopped, looking at Emily. "Isn't that good?"
Emily just smiled and patted her bag. "Do you know how much this bag costs? When I worked at the luxury store, I had to handle it with extreme care. He took me there, didn't even look at the price, and bought it for me."
Jasmine took a deep breath, looking around at the others. "Everyone, get back to work."
In the break room, only Jasmine and Emily remained. "Emily, you're a good woman. You deserve to meet a good man."
"But we've both been to prison." Emily took out a cigarette, thought of Jasmine's pregnancy, and put it back. "This bag costs over 30,000 dollars. My outfit is 3,000 dollars. Jewelry, bags, and he wants to buy me a house. He says he doesn't care that I can't have children. But I know there's no free lunch in the world."
Emily was more clear-headed than anyone.
"You think a rich guy who doesn't care about money or looks, who grants every wish, and doesn't mind that I can't have children, is in it for love? I don't believe it," Emily cursed.
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