Chapter 60 Insufficient sincerity

"You're being insincere."

At this, Bane was embarrassed.

It seems that such a word of thanks is really not sincere.

Bane thought for a moment and then said, "I'll keep that one in mind."

"How? You're not supposed to owe your life?"

Bane looked up a little abashedly and saw Bert's dark blue eyes.

For a moment Bert seemed to her like a wild animal.

"Miss Reed is truly insincere."

"It's true you saved my life, but I saved yours once..."

"Huh? I thought that money was enough to buy my life."

"No, I didn't take your money, I paid you back the whole thing, I collected your shares in Ron's Group for you..."

Bane's voice trailed off in the face of Bert's eyes until he could barely be heard behind him.

As Bert stood before her that day, she saw that the man had deliberately caused all this turmoil.

If she had not taken the shares, he could have taken them all back.

Instead, she used that $31 billion to earn some interest on it, and she owed Bert her life, if you will.

'Have you anything more to say, Miss Reed?

What else can be said!

"No..."

"After all, what do you owe me, and thank you?"

Bain in the mind is very helpless, she does not want to have anything to do with this man, but it happened to backfire.

"Then how do you expect me to repay you? If I can do it, I won't say no."

'Anything?

"If I can do it," Bain said emphatically.

It appears that Miss Reed is really insincere in her return.

Bain's apparent momentum is insufficient, but still hard scalp came a.

"Bert Ron, can't you be reasonable? If you say something I can't do, you'll agree to it?"

"Well, I'm having a dinner now. You can come with me."

Bane gasped. "What?"

"Well, you can spare me your time now, can't you?"

Bert's bullying bothered Bane; the man clearly knew she had an appointment with Jory.

Bane bit his lower lip and said, "OK, but I'll make a phone call."

In return for saving his life, Bain canceled his victory party.

She called Jory and said something sorry, but Jory didn't say anything but to take care of herself. Bert Ron wasn't a man to mess with.

Bane sighed inwardly that Jory had said Bert was not easy, and that he had got involved with him.

Having put it back in his pocket, Bane went back to Bert and said, "Where are you taking me, Mr. Ron?"

Bert said nothing, but raised his head and went in.

Bert led Bane into a luxurious box, and then Bert went in. The box, which had been so busy, was quiet for a moment.

All their eyes were fixed on Bert and Bane.

Blu swallowed the word "Bert" on his lips, his eyes wide open.

There was a look of surprise on Riel's face when he saw Bane, but he quickly said, "Bert, you're a bit late, and you've brought your date."

Bert nodded faintly, and sat down in an isolated place.

It was a remote location, but no one would ignore him, and the men tried to approach.

Bain stood nervously in the doorway. Just taking a look at her, she knew that these people were influential people in the capital.

In fact, the people who could be with Bert, how could they be worse?

It seems that oneself still think things too simple, make oneself now so embarrassed.

Bert looked at her, smiled, and said, "Are you going to stand guard at the door?"

Bane hurried over to Bert and sat down, clenched his teeth, within a fist of each other.

Blue's eyes followed Bane from the moment he saw him, and he certainly wouldn't have reacted if Riel hadn't pulled him.

Riel grabbed him in his arms and whispered, "Blu, you'd better stop reading. Don't you understand something so obvious?"

Blu's face was full of grief and anger. Of course he knew what it meant. Bert had brought people here!

To bring people here!

This is why!

Riel touched his head and poured him a glass of wine, which Blu drank straight down.

Bane was on pins and needles and wanted to leave.

Almost all the eyes in the box were on her, and there was clearly a touch of inquiry in their eyes, as if they were guessing what their relationship was. Even though they were sitting on the edge, there were still a lot of eyes coming from them.

Bert looked at her, pointed to a glass on the edge, and said, "A drink?"

Bane shook his head.

Bert did not force himself. He had a glass in his hand, but he did not drink, and his eyes were loose, and he leaned casually on the sofa with a languid look on his face.

No matter how much Bane wants to get away from Bert, he has to acknowledge the fact that Bert is a man of extreme seductive power, but the casual pose still exudes grandeur, and the inattention is fascinating.

He was certainly like a poppy, dangerous and seductive.

And she, and he just involved in the relationship.

Bane was a little nervous, for she did not know what Bert wanted.

After a while, someone will box door to open, a group of beautiful girls came in, each is sending out a trace of the breath of youth, also very obedient to find a seat to sit down.

Bane soon noticed that the most beautiful girl in the room was looking this way from time to time.

It was Bert, to be precise.

Before Bane could recall her thoughts, a faint smell of wine came to the end of her nose. She turned her head away, and Bert's enlarged face came into her eyes, and if she came nearer she thought she would touch it.

Bane moved back quickly.

Bert did not mind, and said, "What are you thinking of?"

'Must I sit here all the time?

Bert smiled a little. "What do you want, then?"

Bane's face went red and he whispered through gritted teeth, "Well... I don't really need to be here."

Why does she need to be here when there are so many beautiful people sitting here?

Bane felt that Bert was trying to get at her, but she did not dare speak against him.

"I don't want people to get too close to me," Bert said casually.

Bane was planning to move aside.

"Sit tight!

"Not you..."

"Boring?