Bruised Ego

"What? Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to get paid first?"

Clara took out her wallet from the nearby clothes and said, "For someone with such poor skills as you, 40 dollars is more than enough!"

Two banknotes were thrown onto Declan's face, and his expression instantly became quite dramatic, alternating between shades of green and white.

"Who do you think I am?"

"Who do you think you are?