The man's tall figure paused at the doorway.
Isabella's fingers twisted together beneath the quilt. She hesitated for a long time, her face burning, before finally forcing the words out.
"Um… you… you… Could you give me some pocket money?"
The sentence sounded even more humiliating once it left her mouth.
She hated asking anyone for money. But she couldn't return to the Cruz family, she still hadn't paid back Emily, and she needed cash for school and her mother's medical care. Pride, at this point, was a luxury she could no longer afford.
Seeing that he didn't respond, panic crept in. She hurriedly added, her voice softer.
"Just think of it as lending me some money. I'll work for you and pay it back."
"Oh?" Victor Steele turned slightly, lips curling with unmistakable disdain. "And what kind of work can you do?"
"I can do a lot of things!" she blurted out, though even she knew how unconvincing it sounded.
