Chloe Simpson's first sentence was full of loopholes.
It was everything she had planned out long ago.
For Alan Johnson or Alexander Johnson, top-notch families like these.
The best role she could play was a vain, gold-digging woman who would climb up at all costs.
Even if she wasn't like that before, she can become like this now.
So much has happened, she has countless excuses to become this kind of woman.
To cover up her true intentions.
She stared intently at Alan Johnson, not missing any subtle expression on his face.
Chloe saw that fleeting, playful inquiry in Alan Johnson's eyes.
She knew then, she had succeeded.
Sure enough, the next second, Alan Johnson's lips parted lightly.
"What benefits do you want?"
"What if I say I want to be Second Master's woman?"
Chloe moved closer to Alan Johnson, pushing her chest forward a bit.
"Do you think I would want a woman who's always entangled with my nephew?"
Alan Johnson looked at her with interest.
